Marie-Sarah Piron

Strange images hide in my mother's photo album, snapshots of her youth in Russia inside a colorful yoga group. Today, she devotes herself to other cults, all of which bring their share of propaganda, rites, gurus, and of course sacrifices. I play her role, to understand or to exorcise.

A gardener orchestrates the flowering of his garden. In his momentum, he triggers a unfortunate incident. Its kind flowers try to warn him.

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It is winter in a suburban town on the outskirts of Paris. After his father’s suicide attempt, Abdou, a young boy, is taken in by Sam, a neighbor in his thirties who isn’t quite sure what to do with his life. Over the course of an evening, these two lost souls meet and reconnect with their roots. A strange, sand-colored dog pays them a visit.