Short Films
Sò Quì (2025)
Short Film
16’
A statement full of confidence, grandeur—almost theatrical.
"I am here," as if something epic is about to follow.
As if I’ve stepped onto a Bergman stage to resolve the world’s existential dilemmas with a single gaze and a cup of filter coffee.
But let’s be honest. “I am here” = I don’t know where else to go.
Or even better: “I don’t know why I’m here, but I suppose it’s better than not being here at all.”
Where is “here” and who is this “I”?
I am here.
Not perfect, not certain, not always with a strong connection—but here.
And maybe, in the end, that’s the bravest thing we can say.
A personal journal—not a record of events, but a living web of memory, reflection, and existential searching; a notebook where experience transforms into questioning, and memory is launched like the echo of a deeper calling.
Through its “pages,” the eternal riddle of existence and identity is ignited:
What, in the end, makes us who we are?
Are we fragments of spacetime, formless matter that takes shape through the motion of consciousness?
Is language simply a tool for communication, or, more radically, the archetypal thread that weaves our very being?
Are we made of our experiences, or of something more abstract—time, space, memory?
Is the language we speak a part of our identity or merely something we acquire along the way?
And our origin—our homeland, our roots, the history of those who gave birth to us—how deeply does that shape who we ultimately become?
A journal, then, not just as a mirror of the self, but as an open field of existential navigation;
a space where the "I" encounters the unknown, and the question is born again and again—unfinished, yet necessary.
NETTE: A Kinesic Experiment (2022)
In 2019, seven years after my grandmother’s passing, I went for the first time to the house
where she was born and spent her childhood. Searching through the rooms, drawers and boxes
I discovered previously unseen pictures of her when she was a young girl in the 40s.
A dancer, a gymnast, a restless girl whom her closed ones called Nette.
Who was she really and what is my connection to her?
Through her death it became clear to me that there were much more things uniting us
than I had ever imagined. I decided to interact with these archival images through my body.
