Translating one's own (or the symptom to be remembered)
Overview
As the gaze sinks into the landscape, a relationship disintegrates, leaving love as a fleeting memory between archives and dreams. The writing of the days is imprinted on traces that repeat themselves in a constant déjà vu. Pain becomes noise and dissolves like particles in the air, in an attempt to reconstruct the inevitable. A leap into the void between the desire to remain and the impulse to erase a wound.
Year 2025
Studio Moho
Director Nicolás Onischuk
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