curated by Giulia Mazzone, Giuseppe Spina, Riccardo Re
Jean-Jacques Martinod, Ecuador | 2019 | Super 16mm | Color | Sound | 17’
Isidro wanders through the rainforest while he and his brother recount the times he found himself face to face with death itself.
Trailer: https://vimeo.com/311506789
Jodie Mack, UK | 2018 | 16mm | Color | Silent | 5’ 45’’
Featuring crystallized magic markers and the kidney stone of a horse, the generously-curated mineral collection of Mary Johnson comes to life in a manual labor of love for the process of archival procedure.
Annalisa Donatella Quagliata, Mexico | 2018 | 16mm | b/w | Silent | 1’30’’
Short film that captures fragments of the statue Xochipilli “The prince of flowers;” aztec god of art, dance and poetry. The statue is covered with flowers, some of them psychoactive plants. The figure seems to be in a trance; looking up to the sky, in communication with the divine.
Colectivo Los Ingrávidos, Mexico | 2019 | HD | Color | Sound | 9’
Mexican Colectivo Los Ingrávidos’ films break away from the entrenched viewing patterns of the dominant film and TV culture. Piramide erosionada is indeed something else: a wild, single-frame, free jazz film experience, completely removed from traditional cinematic linear storytelling. The poetic synopsis: “The piramid used to be a mountain.”
Laurence Favre, Switzerland | 2017 | 16mm | Color | Sound | 10’50’’
Resistance is a series of visual and sound impressions of a melting glacier. Beyond its majestic appearance sporadic elements reveal its fragility. Objects regurgitated through the melt witness the passing presence of mankind, leaving traces and scars. Never ending sounds of collapsing ice blocks under the weight of stones continuously reveal the symptoms of an evident decrease. This landscape that at first seemed motionless appears to be permanently changing. And yet in tension this magnificent and frightening body of ice and stones stands, impressive, resisting.
Prantik Basu, India | 2018 | 2K | Color | Sound | 26’
Until recent years, the Santhali tribe of India did not have its own written language. Their stories and myths were preserved and passed on verbally through the generations. Each narration has a different form, much like the rocks of a nearby hill that come in various hues. While a woman from the community narrates a tale about the origin of creation and how their first house was built, the village prepares for an annual ritual.