Movies

Cemebule

The limitation of using a single frame as the rhythmic element of the film. The journey of a shape in a geometric landscape. Telling another story using material found, the account of a rather chaotic journey. Fragments of beginnings, collages of frames, films found, all of which is put on a 35mm film. The images echo the crackling of magnetic tapes. The images of a tank are shot to a strange rhythm, generated by a repetitive hammering sound. Weaves of a fragmented narrative of a collective history. Music and images mixed together in a dance which links the sky to the earth and the earth to the sky. The overlapping of images, found and stuck, link us to a still vibrant history.