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Lehyan Bechon-Gruarin

« A mother is in a psychiatric ward. Today, she is discharged for a few hours and is met by her son. Through fleeting moments – as if suspended in time – the bond between mother and son resurfaces, even as her illness stands in the way.  »

The portrait of a young bakery worker in Swabia. A vague desire for something else lurks between her sentences and the images of her everyday life.

A report on the Film Academy in Ulm, Germany

As technology accelerates, our species' collective imagination of the future grows ever more kaleidoscopic. We are all haunted by temporal distortion, perhaps no more than when we attempt to remember what the future looked like to our younger selves. As the mist of time devours our memories, the future recedes; each of us burdened by the gaping mouth of entropy. Yet, emerging technology provides a glimmer of hope; transhumanism promises a future free from mortality, disease and pain. Does our salvation lie in digital simulacra? We're here to sell you the answer to that question, for the low, low price of four hundred and seventy seconds.

A film in three parts after Oskar Schlemmer's Triadische Ballett (Triadic Ballet).

A documentary following an ancient Jinn called Mother of Fire and her ruminations on the history of the UAE, colonial meddling and contemporary Eurocentric museum display practice.

Mezquite is a large tree with many virtues and is in danger due to the neglect that has been had with its species in recent years.

A man tries to get a group of young people trapped in drugs out through philosophy.