Darkness never emerges but it is present. Some kind of teenage wasteland feel, unexpected storms and inviting landscapes are intermeshed. In a bewitching atmosphere, proximity and distance are revealed through a thoughtful structure where images and sounds confound the imaginary and the real. Sensuality and desire are seen as forbidden, somehow, as if faced with a glass wall. Only by looking back do we find ourselves in a moon-like space/place.
- Created by
- Charlotte Clermont
- Origin
- US