Caio Castelhano

The space we inhabit and the emptiness that inhabits us. The blue that floods us. The blue that surpasses us.

Everything falls down. Memories, feelings and masks. Even life may fall one day, but for Raphael, not today.

Do our references speak for us or do they silence us? what voice is ours?

A short film by Caio Castelhano

With plenty of time, he sat on the floor of his own room and talked to Roquentin and Medeia about the weather - and a question that never left his head.

The space we inhabit and the emptiness that inhabits us. The blue that floods us. The blue that surpasses us.

The space we inhabit and the emptiness that inhabits us. The blue that floods us. The blue that surpasses us.

Everything falls down. Memories, feelings and masks. Even life may fall one day, but for Raphael, not today.

Everything falls down. Memories, feelings and masks. Even life may fall one day, but for Raphael, not today.

Everything falls down. Memories, feelings and masks. Even life may fall one day, but for Raphael, not today.

Do our references speak for us or do they silence us? what voice is ours?

Do our references speak for us or do they silence us? what voice is ours?

Do our references speak for us or do they silence us? what voice is ours?

A short film by Caio Castelhano

With plenty of time, he sat on the floor of his own room and talked to Roquentin and Medeia about the weather - and a question that never left his head.

With plenty of time, he sat on the floor of his own room and talked to Roquentin and Medeia about the weather - and a question that never left his head.