Letters From the Edge of the Forest

In this film, cars have legs. Maybe that is why they feel free to use the pavement as they please. There is no room, but could we perhaps be a little more considerate?

A series of 11 short films from 6 countries: Land of the Cowboys (Soviets), Composition (Slovenia), Fences (Poland), Rivers (Poland), Beyond the Border (Hungary), Mosaic, Waltz of Sleep (Poland), Wolf Games (Croatia), Strange Sounds (Hungary), Fairy Tale (Hungary), The More I Know (Czech Republic) and Happy End (Czech Republic).

Here There gives graphic form to memory’s malleable, straying lines. It begins as a traveler’s sketchbook, drawn in Croatia in the summer of 2014, but details soon fade away into abstract impressions on the edges of memory. This film is a reduction to the essence, a condensed feeling of one place and time.

Our home is a fragile flower. Milk and honey. Cocoa and hell. Everyone pets their own bunny. The feeling is lovely. Vanilla cake... A moody portrayal of the moment we stop loving others and fall in love with our fantasies. If we cannot understand each other, maybe our avatars can find a common language? But whatever lies below the surface should stay that way. We are fine. Our lives are milk and honey. Everyone pets their own bunny.

Three little wolves, two brothers and a sister, spend a late afternoon together.