Rodrigo Caro

A group of teenagers looking for meaning and feeling a lot during a few beautiful days in March away from the real world.

Marc, a 21-year-old whose aunt dies, inheriting all the managerial positions of the "Maclarens" (an internationally known fast food restaurant), who is attacked one night by a group of radical vegans wearing animal masks who will kidnap him in his own basement, they will torture you, and turn you into a delicious dish!

A metaphysical reflection on God, death, and how the figure of the artist differs from a creationist god.

‘Something deeply hypnotised me the first time I saw the images contained in the tapes that had been abandoned on my grandparents' shelves for decades. Although the quality of the digitisation was quite poor, those moments, recorded by my grandfather's trembling hands and starring my mother, gave off something heartbreaking.'

A piece inspired by Soviet cinematic experiments that deconstructs the spectator's point of view, shortening the duration of each shot to create the illusion of superimposition.

Loose images, feelings, shared glances and melancholic silences throughout two weeks of my life. The exploration of identity and the present through memories of the past.

Marc, a 21-year-old whose aunt dies, inheriting all the managerial positions of the "Maclarens" (an internationally known fast food restaurant), who is attacked one night by a group of radical vegans wearing animal masks who will kidnap him in his own basement, they will torture you, and turn you into a delicious dish!

Marc, a 21-year-old whose aunt dies, inheriting all the managerial positions of the "Maclarens" (an internationally known fast food restaurant), who is attacked one night by a group of radical vegans wearing animal masks who will kidnap him in his own basement, they will torture you, and turn you into a delicious dish!

A metaphysical reflection on God, death, and how the figure of the artist differs from a creationist god.

A metaphysical reflection on God, death, and how the figure of the artist differs from a creationist god.

‘Something deeply hypnotised me the first time I saw the images contained in the tapes that had been abandoned on my grandparents' shelves for decades. Although the quality of the digitisation was quite poor, those moments, recorded by my grandfather's trembling hands and starring my mother, gave off something heartbreaking.'

A piece inspired by Soviet cinematic experiments that deconstructs the spectator's point of view, shortening the duration of each shot to create the illusion of superimposition.

Loose images, feelings, shared glances and melancholic silences throughout two weeks of my life. The exploration of identity and the present through memories of the past.