Mario Bocchicchio

Between two rains, a film that is offered as a newspaper. Rains. It is night. The rain coils like a snake in the street lanterns. A neighbor, old lady, knocks on my door. It's eleven at night. She is desperate, ask for rivotril. A few days later he dies. Someone leaves their house. Objects are loaded coldly in a truck. The death of a neighbor, a move, the skies laden with clouds, the light on things and faces, the operation of an old man, a night trip ... It rains. The trees shake and tremble underwater. Between two rains, a look at human fragility.

A Mario Bocchicchio and Maximiliano Sans Super 8 color short film.

A Mario Bocchicchio Super 8 short film.

"In 2010 I filmed the encounter commemorating the Bicentennial of the Argentine Republic. In the passing years I sporicadally edited the material. I projected it. I seal it. Recently I projected the images again and in some way I saw a group of young, strong and beautiful people to which I belong and represents me. Collating this images with the present, I also saw a void and a debt."

“The lakes, their rounds palms, they drowned the face of the Sky: I have turned the sphere to look at the Sky". Victor Segalen. Estelas

A Mario Bocchicchio Super 8 short film.

A Mario Bocchicchio and Maximiliano Sans Super 8 color short film.

A Mario Bocchicchio Super 8 short film.

"In 2010 I filmed the encounter commemorating the Bicentennial of the Argentine Republic. In the passing years I sporicadally edited the material. I projected it. I seal it. Recently I projected the images again and in some way I saw a group of young, strong and beautiful people to which I belong and represents me. Collating this images with the present, I also saw a void and a debt."

“The lakes, their rounds palms, they drowned the face of the Sky: I have turned the sphere to look at the Sky". Victor Segalen. Estelas

A Mario Bocchicchio Super 8 short film.

A Mario Bocchicchio Super 8 short film.

From my work window I watch the days go by in downtown Buenos Aires. Someone brings a can of 16mm film material with a newsreel from the North American Intelligence Service from the 60s, I see it on a monitor. A neutral voice orders the world. A Rolling Stones song is heard. Another neutral voice amplified by a megaphone offers on the streets to buy the waste hidden in the houses.

From my work window I watch the days go by in downtown Buenos Aires. Someone brings a can of 16mm film material with a newsreel from the North American Intelligence Service from the 60s, I see it on a monitor. A neutral voice orders the world. A Rolling Stones song is heard. Another neutral voice amplified by a megaphone offers on the streets to buy the waste hidden in the houses.

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