Arid land, dusty.
Old wooden trunk, resistant to time.
Wet, huddled leaves,
The vine shoots crackle underfoot.
Travelling over an abstract, non-existent territory. Filled with evocative matter, with physical landscapes. A sensory journey through memory and its textures.
A space, uninhabitable. An inner and abstract territory, in constant construction with lights and shadows.
A cinematographic movement links up with the experience lived between the individual and the scenery, the necessary shift akin to immersing ourselves in a territory. This dynamic relation hovers between the expectation of discovering new spaces and the nostalgia of remembering earlier travels.