Las sonámbulas

Film without dialogue in which characters of different social classes and sexual preferences are mixed.

Experimental film on the motifs of natura and image effects.

A short film by the Argentinian experimental filmmaker Ernesto Baca

Silver men enter consciences and appropriate desires. They travel through landscapes of oneiric impulses with the aim of processing the information to dominate the individuals’ needs. The inner universe reveals visions in which a possible reality is held.

Vrindavana is an observational documentary that portraits a sensory trip through India's spirituality. An evocative journey along rituals, pilgrimages and ceremonies with the tiny village of Vrindavana as a starting point. An experimental film where audiovisual perception prevails through a sensorial narrative.

Baca captures the Ratha Yatra festivals in Buenos Aires between 1999 and 2004.

Experimental tour through the gardens of friends and acquaintances together with voice-over poems. Recorded in different formats overexposed during the live projection.

Two marginal beings meet, go out on the road, dream of a possible fate while the past haunts them.

This film is a secret and also an offering. When we add our initials we are the closest thing to love, to teaching and to a certain greatness. We met in the worst year of our lives and somehow you chose to save me and I to adore you.

An echo of images superimposed on themselves. Double exposure, and copied in Cyanotype on super 8. with General Treegan

During the last military dictatorship, the secondary school sank into a fog of silences and complicities; and in that fog, the collective dream of many students was also lost. 1978, the perfect reminder of high school is the gymnastics playground and the Physical Education teacher. The Green Team was formed with those of us who didn't make the normal teams: Cristina, Elvira and myself. We were the first litter of young people without collective projects that followed the genocide, the design teens that the military longed for. Do we belong to a generation? Or did we just come later?

Portrait of a catastrophe, these are times of fire.