Lennert De Taeye
Belgium
2016 | 0:23:40

Zero distance is the name of a process aimed at reducing the distances between all of the elements in this world to zero, in the hope of definitively coinciding with the other. It transforms a great distance into a smaller distance that nevertheless feels greater. In the remaining small distance, man is reduced to data. The problem is disguised as a solution. While our senses slowly lose depth, our body disappears unnoticed. Shapeless. Zero distance is the opposite of love.

Kalli Zifou
Great Britain
2016 | 0:10:12

A Syrian couple during their final moments together as they cannot both afford to seek for refuge

Alice Angeletti
Germany
2016 | 0:08:00

The daily light is often too bright and unbearable. But the sun disappears quite quickly. And then a blue darkness caresses your tired eyes., when the restless memory of ancient stones makes the silence sound even louder. Are you sure that you really want to go back?

Jonathan Palomar
Canada, Columbia
2015 | 0:10:00

The ultimate mash-up: from Lumiere brothers to Spiderman, through Lili Marleen and Minecraft; a found footage and video essay on hyper-reality, technology, and humankind.

Fabrizio Rosso
Italy, Switzerland
2015 | 0:04:10

As the world inexorably moves forward, a small bee is left behind, completely alone for the very first time: “A silent white now surrounds me”. In the last instants of life, existence feels more mysterious and enigmatic than ever: “No one will ever know that I existed...”

Khavn De la Cruz
Philippinnes
2015 | 0:13:00

History is a dead cow in a funnel pretending to be a detuned bassoon serenading the moon halved by expectations not so great that new emperors bow their decapitated heads but 3 cakes are always better than 3 cents in this madly turning world peeking pecking ducktards for a midnight snack on the run.

Aman Wadhan
India
2015 | 0:23:00

On India’s Konkan coast, in the village of Korlai, a sense of quaintness pervades its Portuguese heritage, the Creole, the faces, and the fort. The filmmaker had visited this place once, as did his friend, of whom nothing is ever said. Years later, an assignment brings the filmmaker back to Korlai. Memories revive but what compels his wayward excursion this time is the elemental and the immemorial wherein his solitude finds refuge. In the time of yellow grass, with steps receding and prayers unanswered, a desire for oblivion forks the search for images of exile and belongingness. This experience surfaces through grainy 16mm images and an elegiac voice-over which retrace a sense of remembrance, loss, perception, and time intersecting with an inner self and with history. A letter for Korlai also becomes a letter to a dear departed; and in reading this letter, in seeking a new way of inhabiting the world, a vision of Korlai emerges that is both attentive and phantasmagoric, a series of possible angles and tributaries that the viewer and traveller might possibly take.