Eïdi

A crossing in space, material deforms and transforms. The film is destroyed, burnt, pierced to reveal new configurations, a new sensitive space.

Eight kilometers from the Breton peninsula. L'Île de Seine is a place on sea and in time.

We are somewhere in the north of Spain. After crossing a town, in the rain, at the end of a tunnel, the valley of Solana opens up. The grain and the flickering of the film add a dreamlike quality to the journey that begins in the deserted mountains. For thirty years now, the villages have been emptied of their inhabitants, who were snatched by the towns, as a shepherd tells Emmanuel Piton.

Portrait of a Mexico City neighborhood where pages and pages are printed, and little by little, words appear. Máquinas de Palabras is a performance created in March 2023 in Mexico City, and is the result of a collaboration between Labo K (Rennes-based film laboratory) and LEC (Laboratorio de Cine Experimental) in Mexico City. A portrait of a Mexico City neighborhood where pages and pages are printed. And little by little, words appear... "From the deliberate use of found images to films that make uncompromising use of raw material, the camera and the plants will take our eyes... Pupils will certainly be illuminated by the projector... How can moving images stay in our heads?"

The time of a gesture, a body confronts the memory of a place that may never have existed. Space flickers and memory is punctured.

Under the lake, the earth draws the ways you can take. In the depth of the sleeping waters, a roar sounds, probably a coming revolt.

Images of the end - The end of images Double projection Super 8

Hazardous treatment on 16 mm film.

The film seeks to reveal a porous relationship between the world of the living and the world of the dead.

Under the open sky Cracked A flash where breath has stayed Suspended

Under the lake, the earth draws the ways you can take. In the depth of the sleeping waters, a roar sounds, probably a coming revolt.

Short film shot during Holy Week in Granada, to relive the Passion of Christ and accompany him to the grave.

One morning where nothing starts. I discover the rubble of a recent past : an old foundry completely ripped open on the edge of a small village in Brittany. Over the course of a passage, a crossing, I draw the contours of this space. This is a film about oblivion, about modern ruins, a political film in which the foundry comes to symbolize the upheavals of the working world, the society that stirs us, and the unceasing acceleration of progress...

A man seems to be following a quest that hasn't quite found its purpose. Fragments emerge from his memory as if to escape the call of the shadows.