The sentences are the threads, and the fabric is the appearance of light.
A film essay that intertwines the director's gaze with that of her late mother. Beyond exploring mourning and absence as exclusively painful experiences, the film pays tribute to her mother through memories embodied by places and objects that evidence the traces of her existence. The filmmaker asks herself: What does she owe her mother for who she is and how she films? To what extent does her film belong to her?
DirectorValentina Pelayo Atilano
WriterValentina Pelayo Atilano
