Beder (2020)

The cold, the fog and the haze pervades all around. We get the feeling of being besieged through an eternal winter and a never-ending war. Within this numb atmosphere in which all has frozen, one embarks on a journey to his/her past and future. Within this cyclical context that curves into itself like that of a snail shell, one has left a door open somewhere and must return to quietly close that door. The linear flow comprised of yesterday today and tomorrow alternates. The flow of the curing of the over-told past fractures; as one starts also remembering the future. Because healing; is never just a journey taken towards the past.