The screen is a blank page, while the camera and other “weapons” in the filmmaking arsenal serve as a pencil. As night falls, the world shifts and flashes; along with a new day, people from the past arrive, and an equilibrist is about to cross the screen. Landscapes — distant and strange, intimate and endlessly reproduced — come to life, guided by the author’s intuition. But what will be the conclusion of this personal carousel of images?
