Špela Trošt

A film constantly on the run, running away from something or someone, from itself... A film with no pretensions to be a film. Instead, it wants to be description, a diary of a journey, of days and lives that have fled, that have escaped control, life itself...

The absence of memory fills the void with sounds and images stored in time and space. A photograph is a seemingly motionless time, but which is now able to slide backwards. And make a film.

A film constantly on the run, running away from something or someone, from itself... A film with no pretensions to be a film. Instead, it wants to be description, a diary of a journey, of days and lives that have fled, that have escaped control, life itself...

The absence of memory fills the void with sounds and images stored in time and space. A photograph is a seemingly motionless time, but which is now able to slide backwards. And make a film.

The absence of memory fills the void with sounds and images stored in time and space. A photograph is a seemingly motionless time, but which is now able to slide backwards. And make a film.