May our smiles not be forced for your enjoyment and may our pains no longer be hidden. May my mother Yemanja help me. A short film about the pain we carry alone and that we only confess to the sea, which is life, but for us, black people from the diaspora, it's also a memory of a past of sadness and death.
"Regina José Galindo’s Tierra (2013) explores connections between the exploitation of labor, resourc...
Inside a computer a space-time is revealed in which image and sound become numbers and motion manife...
A short, three minute documentary exploring audio recordings from the year 1894 to 1922, layered ove...
Every day in Sutton, scientists from The Institute of Cancer Research at The London Cancer Hub try t...
A series of assorted shots of strangers around Manhattan about the comfort found in being anonymous.
Through a collection of home video footage, the filmmaker undergoes a journey of reconciliation and ...
Because Quebec Sign Language cannot be captured on paper, videography has revealed itself to be the ...
In the Moroccan desert night dilutes forms and silence slides through sand. Dawn starts then to draw...
An intimate glimpse into 3 years of serene moments, compiling video, polaroids and other things that...
Presence narrates the journey of Thati, a woman determined to overcome her anxiety attacks through s...
An inspiring 75min DIY documentary film on new art and the young artists behind it. It was all filme...
This audio-visual tone poem uses the language of filmmaking to offer a first-hand evocation of the t...
A collection of images taken on 35mm film with a point-and-click Holga135BC during the year after I ...
A fragment of reality about a less affected part of the third world, and how it got to the moon.
Innocent nature walk leads to a discovery of the morbid nature of humans.