“There is a pit in the garden, and my parents will soon plant around it,” says Vasyl Lyakh about an artillery shell crater in his film Kharaltida; it will soon be buried among other memories that left scars on the land and people. Echoes of it can also be heard in the films...
Where to go after the world has ended? What happens after its event has taken place? What are the worlds that have already ended and what forms of life emerge from the intimacy of living with and through the catastrophe? These are some of the questions that...
Between the dial tones, colleagues leave messages for Bella on the answering machine. Last September at WORM, Morgan Quaintance presented the programme I Shoved and I Dug and I Hacked Away, including work-in-progress repetitions (2022), commissioned...
Right from the first image of Hira Nabi’s film, we can position ourselves at a shore, at the edge of land, with wet sand at the bottom of the frame. Seen from a low angle, above us is a long chain anchoring a tremendously big rusty container...
While going through Daniel Asadi Faezi’s works, an overwhelming need of documenting seems to speak to me. Each film seems to become a palimpsest, bearing traces of earlier forms of living, of landscapes, of traditions. The filmmaker appears to be producing...