Claudi Moll

The reception ebbs and flows as the unfamiliar landscape whirls by the window of a plane or train or car. Communication is delayed, fragmented, interrupted. Memories of a distant country.

Reveling in the Autumn foliage, grazing through frosted fields, staring at an abandoned car. As fall slips into winter, the world burns and hell freezes over. Yet one must persist, in spite of hell. Shot on Ektachrome.

A romantic film in which water serves as a guiding force for a journey with an unclear destination.

Two halves split by the perseverance of a scorpion. Come on, feet.