Honey Lyn Rocacorba

This short video is a ritual of longing. Fragmented, disembodied, the character becomes the gaze, unblinking as it waits for love's ever-elusive close-up.

When the waves lap against the shore, when the salt of tears are wasted away in the foaming, how does sorrow surface from the depths? The film examines how the gravity of loss turns two women into unwitting ghosts. The radio waves provide a diversion for one, as the other mourns in silence.