A grand and mythical landscape tries to get rid of its past. A cleansing, a rebirth on celluloid. - IFFR
The pace of the film, step by step, sometimes blind, sometimes radiant, a one-way ticket, long before or after the story itself, brings the image to fruition. Like a mineral, enigmatic, a fragment of an ancient language.
These images are camera essays and exercises that Mahine had shot. This is also the portrait of director Birgit Schiemann whose face was demolished after she had been attacked in Georgia, than reconstituted with the help of plastic surgery. Images date from before the time of the aggression. Since then, we have lost contact... Dusty images have been thrown in a bin and then multiplied and, craftly, tell us about a time of the past, a lost time found again through film. The ghost of Brigit is now fixed in time, but is she still alive?
