Martín Sappia

A poor boy decides to stop being a poor boy and, together with his friend, tries to run away taking a bag full of money from his boss. The last night in his hometown is a review by way of farewell to the two friends for the places, the emotion and the songs that marked their lives.

I remember the night when the history of my family changed. We received a phone call from Peru saying that my aunt Sibila was in prison accused of forming part of the Shining Path. I was seven years old and my parent's protective silence made me transform her image into a great mystery. She was kept in prison for 15 years. Today she is free and I want to get close to her, to listen and to understand.

César has been a watchman in a chemical factory for more than twenty years. One afternoon he receives a letter from his sister telling him that she has sold the family land in the mountains. César decides to abandon his job and undertakes a trip to that area, with the aim of recovering the urn with Elena's ashes buried there. Walking he faces the mourning veiled for years. The territory of his childhood is no longer the same, the forest fires, the advance of private property have changed everything. But the encounters along the way open him to a world that he had refused to face after living trapped in his job.

César has been a watchman in a chemical factory for more than twenty years. One afternoon he receives a letter from his sister telling him that she has sold the family land in the mountains. César decides to abandon his job and undertakes a trip to that area, with the aim of recovering the urn with Elena's ashes buried there. Walking he faces the mourning veiled for years. The territory of his childhood is no longer the same, the forest fires, the advance of private property have changed everything. But the encounters along the way open him to a world that he had refused to face after living trapped in his job.

A life marked by wandering. A character that leaves no traces or maps to trace. The file does not give an account of him. His works had no scripts and only existed in the fugacity of the moment. Jorge Bonino was an unclassifiable artist. He triumphed in all of Europe without a translator, he only used an invented language that everyone understood. An imaginary friend mapped the traces his body left in space through stories about a possible life.

A life marked by wandering. A character that leaves no traces or maps to trace. The file does not give an account of him. His works had no scripts and only existed in the fugacity of the moment. Jorge Bonino was an unclassifiable artist. He triumphed in all of Europe without a translator, he only used an invented language that everyone understood. An imaginary friend mapped the traces his body left in space through stories about a possible life.

The history of art could be told from some oddities called pentimenti or "regrets", traces that were hidden on a canvas or paper, sometimes under other layers of paint, sometimes as if they were a patch. The Argentine plastic artist Antonio Seguí, reencounters with one of his first works "Rabinos rabiosos" after sixty years of its creation. And in the reunion, an image is revealed, hidden behind the painting for more than half a century.