verdes ojos

An experimental short film exploring the sexuality of a young woman

A haiku about a window and a woman.

sofía returns to the site of her kidnapping. Amid the darkness and silence, her hands search underground for traces of a buried memory. Others replicate this chimerical gesture. The earth is an immutable witness that refuses to forget.

The body journeys into the night. The shadows produce gaps in the memory and there the losses are practised. The body observes itself as it portrays and represents itself. The work is an essay on the act of seeing. It is also an ode to digital noise, where the presence of the pixel embellishes the prosaic. ’then turn tears to fires' is a farewell letter, which preserves the memory of the author through video diaries.

The gaze is witness to the spaces that are built in the contours of the shadow. From the night specters emerge that transfigure memory. A remembrance of closed eyelids.

An essay on the brutality of beauty and innocence in a hostile world.

"My name, melancholia".