A Wooden Toy Dreamed of Paper Boats

Crawlies is a soliloquy based on voice recordings of my schizophrenic uncle. An audiovisual exercise of mise en abyme that weaves a patchwork of memories from my childhood, of madness and desire.

An old lady cooks pozole for her granddaughter, blissfully unaware of the great battle being fought between the ingredients in the boiling pot. Kernels come to life to wage a war of culture and flavor. If we are what we eat, then Mexico is a never-ending clash between two worlds.