Sent to Lie

Las Indomables await with anxiety the start of a neighborhood women's soccer tournament. During the wait all kinds of events happen, love, conflicts, politics and even a rain, stalk the passion for which they are there: Play football at all costs

Short by Maia Navas

Set in a community of project houses, Iris, a young woman with a tough past, meets Renata and feels immediately attracted to her. A tender coming of age story about friendship and first love in a hostile environment.

An incomplete travel (and sound) chronicle; a place occupied by maps and globes; a recollection of memories instead of the repetition of an imprecise image. In the spaces that remain between these surfaces, Recording Rituals intends to meditate on the relationship between landscape and archive in the construction of imaginary communities and material memory.

Snatches of conversation, movements in coastal areas, videos circulating on the Internet warning of a conspiracy. From the Bermejo river basin there are people who sail in camalotes to the islands that are emerging in the Delta. Maybe it’s an invasion, perhaps an attempt at re-foundation.

Short by Maia Navas

The invisibility of women's imaginary lives with creative spaces that allow elucidating new ways . The question: what is a woman?It´s answered with a chorus of voices and doings related to bread that is built , materializes and collapses. A cycle that reinvents itself.

Santa Fe - notes, 2017 - 2019 is a story made up of fragments of landscapes, buildings, voices and objects. It is a film built on the relationship between art and the colony, memory and threat, native peoples and silence.

Documentary that covers, as a diary-album, everyday scenes recorded between 2018 and 2024 around my house, in a peripheral neighborhood of Corrientes in the northeast of Argentina. In the passage from day to night, gestures and melodies unfold that collapse the imposed ways of living and transform into joyful resistance to the advance of the extreme right. We are broken and so are our images. We are a handful of pixels that dance in the darkness, to the rhythm of the power of the banal.