Tédio
a haiku films, a poem by Nha Thuyen
A haiku film poem. the early morning waiting for the monks. the voices. the fire. the wat drum.
A short film by the Argentinian experimental filmmaker Ernesto Baca
A short film directed by the Argentine filmmaker Ernesto Baca
An experimental home documentary where you step inside the director's lens. A journey through his childhood via his own early recordings, exploring the origins of his craft and how that child’s gaze is still there, captured in time.
Memorial
editing experiments with backdoor blinds, more dancing
Abstract video art by John Sanborn and Dean Winkler. Dedicated to Ed Emshwiller.
An homage to the influential practice and philosophy of artist Nasreen Mohamedi. The film incorporates Mohamedi’s personal notes and her unique singular vision, drawing upon the aesthetics of the bare line, and its metaphysical journey eliminating physical borders/barriers.
a dance in the field, a refutation of indolence.
A gradual removal of filmic elements to create focus on the individual.
Ali takes a personal look at the complexities of his childhood through old photographs, vivid memories and a bunch of tunes in an attempt to reconnect with his feelings at that time.
Gameleira Agulha
Por si vuelves...
Marie-Hélène, my mother, is retiring and takes with her her memories, her anxieties and the mental burden of having raised three children while working full time. As she works her last shift as a home nurse, her thoughts jostle and harmonize in a whirlwind similar to a panic attack.
A girl with a mysterious background arrives at the city, whose existence gradually becomes as light as the floating air. In the dark night of a chaotic age, must we live like spectres?
An oneiric moment in the contradictory sensations that arise when experiencing the COVID-19 pandemic.
Woman chasing projected images of typical screensavers such as idyllic meadows and mountainscapes. These images are embellished by design programs to be more attractive to appeal to our primal desire to be outside rather than in front of a computer or in ugly urban landscapes. Even if she were to ever catch up her object of desire, she will find it never existed in the first place, and she has been chasing the unattainable.
Human, Tears, Art