40’lı yaşlarına gelmiş, iki çocuk sahibi bir anne olan Astrid, kocasının ölümünün ardından dengesini bulmakta zorlanır. Bisiklet satın almak ya da bir sanat eseriyle ilişki kurmak gibi sıradan gözüken eylemler bile ona beklenmedik şekilde zor gelmeye başlar.

Evdeydim, Ama

It’s like almost all is lost.  Yet still they are here – abandoned bungalows, an artificial lake, dirty  plastic bottles, lost donkeys and stray dogs, draining pipes running over  fields of salt, deserted factories, statues of revolutionaries, concrete  playgrounds covered with weeds, rotten fruit, folded T-shirts, pop songs,  decades of forgetting, a single room with a blue tent inside.  And it felt like a kiss.

All the Cities of the North

From here, you can see everything: the sea to the right, the mountains to the left, the sky in between.

Our Body

A breathtaking quest for the dream the imposing city of Brasilia was based on, a marked contrast with the chaos of the adjacent construction workers' village. Everything about Brasilia was devised and designed, but not on the basis of some cold urban design concept: the plan proves to originate from 19th-century priest Don Bosco’s dream. The chaos and disorder of the adjacent construction workers' village Vila Amauri long stood in stark contrast to the grandeur and majestic regularity of Brasilia. Now the village has disappeared beneath the reservoir’s surface, the necessary order has been restored. All Still Orbit examines both these histories.

All Still Orbit

Borrowing its title from an experimental text by Walter Benjamin.
 Many years ago, the cities by the river were gripped by a contagion. Things started to change and everything slowly became something else. It was not clear if transformation was a symptom of the disease or a way to escape it. The contagion touched everything and everyone: animals and plants, stones and soil, men, women and children, their thoughts, their dreams, their memories. An old woman once told me how all memories turn into trees, I could hardly make out what she was saying. She said she could hear the trees singing: To be a body, to be any body. After the years of contagion ended, the cities appeared untouched. One had to look hard to see the traces of the previous time. If one could listen to the trees, what would they say? A way out, a way out?

Fantasy Sentences

Jonasz studies insects and fishes, Signe leaves and herbs. After a day spent in gardens and libraries, they meet, take the train and leave the city, pitching their tent on the shores of a lake. As they read, eat fruit, wander the forest and swim in the cold water, the outside world feels further and further away. A stranger appears and a trio is formed. But there are also other trios, other lakes, different places, different times.

Afterwater

Forty-six years after its completion, the International Trade Fair Complex in Lagos, Nigeria, lies waterlogged and in disrepair, its modernist concrete pavilions flooded and overgrown with vegetation, and its shopping stalls and convention centers now serve as makeshift workshops, bike repair stalls, and playgrounds. Shooting in a soft-edged standard-definition video, Komljen observes the complex’s grounds with equanimity and warmth, marking both its history as a former utopian project and its present-day vernacular uses.

Project

Jone is ready to fly. She finds herself at the beginning of something new, but before she moves on, there needs to be a closure. Jone is one of Mollies, the queer-feminist collective that had been living for a decade at a trailer park next to Ostkreuz, Berlin.