Time fractures in the palm of our hands. The need to understand it is imperative, while the urge to master it grows ever more pressing.
As we attempt to decipher the extent of our true freedom to subdue time, we fragment along with it and, in that moment, we become one.
And all the while, the keepers of its threads watch us.
Thus, we shall never know whether we act while they observe us or if we are merely witnesses to their decisions.
Director’s Vision for ‘Nona Decuma Morte’
Time splinters in the palm of our hands.
Nona Decuma Morta unfolds as a journey through frustration and fear — the fear of freedom, and the inexorable passing of time.
It is the ego breaking violently into the world, toppling everything in its path, embodied in the raw language of earthly elements.
At once film and visual poem, this short film was captured mostly on a smartphone, across European cities such as Barcelona, Pontevedra, and Bucharest.
