KWALHIA SELECTION : A SIRIUS TRANS/MISSIONS
It was like a dream, filled with grave perfumes, with limpidity and sensuous chimes. A misplaced device in a turbid instant where the mechanisms of humility ring out. A crack obscurely revealing the entrails of nothingness. The memory of surfaces hit by translucent instruments. A well where the atoms of reality loudly dissolve. It was like a dream, filled with grave perfumes.
In a piece where images and sounds carry and acquire intrinsic poetic value, the brief immersion in a peculiar, dreamlike reality, becomes an invitation to reconstruct and translate back the information and impressions gathered or received during this strange cinematic journey.