Vinicius Comoti

After losing his home, town, work and love, a poet travels far away and eventually finds the way back through parallel dialogues with his absent friends.

Luiz Antonio Guinski's airplanes pervade the boundaries between image and word, composing a body of work that destabilizes matter to explore drawing, chance, symmetry - the body and the machine.

A prelude and four scenes, shot in Curitiba, Ourinhos and Guarapuava. Four groups of adults who report and live their rites, in leisure and at work. The dreams, children eat by the edges.

A jazz jam over old photographs.

Women carry my coffin down the street: a prophetic dream.

Luiz Antonio Guinski's airplanes pervade the boundaries between image and word, composing a body of work that destabilizes matter to explore drawing, chance, symmetry - the body and the machine.