Leonor Pacheco

A dog was abandoned in its home at the same time my grandfather became a widower, and I was returning from London, a place where I felt lonelier than ever.

During the late hours of the night a form tries to fall asleep. Struggling to maintain control, it gets trapped into vicious cycles of abstract madness, visually and audibly growing into a visceral and bizarre conflict between compression and decompression.

A curious mole explores the world around it.

A little girl struggles to fall asleep, but each time she closes her eyes, mischievous little imps emerge from the dark to play and tease her until dawn.