Véspera Visual Arts

At the horizon just the top of a tree and the chimney of a factory. In the heavens, the clouds blend with the smoke that flows incessantly. This is the start and also the end point for this visual essay, exploring the rhythmic, associative and sensory potentialities of glitch and digital imagery to address the dichotomies between aesthetics and politics, abstraction and figuration, contemplation and thought. At the limit, the film questions how easly the abstract landscapes of the intellect make us lose touch with the concrete reality and our senses of action.

A fisherman throws himself into unknown waters, where fish have long gone, wrapped in silent mystery. In this journey without return the landscape sometimes assumes the role of the other and the other soon reveals the reverse or a mirror of him self in the ineluctable solitude of the horizon.

A man and a woman relive moments of their lives transfigured on the landscape of a beach. Past, present and future merge in the cadence of the waters, which come and go revolving memories and old silences. So the characters go through a sort of trail of desire, leading the edge of the abyss of themselves, where all days born and die, the horizon of all passes, all eventides.