Christian Flood

Whispers of cryptids and dodgy doorways haunt the slopes of Wraxton Peak, where legends of vanished people linger in the mountain air, and rumours speak of interdimensional breaches that have developed a rather unfortunate crack.

Something is bugging Brian Berger, and all of his work obligations certainly aren’t helping.

With every layer of paint, the room gets smaller. An old widower must come to terms with his grief so he can go on living for his son.

Four blindfolded dancers perform the twist, impenetrable against change. This experimental dance short proposes a visual representation of hauntology and the persistence of the past. Surreal and uncanny, the film captures the eeriness of a culture that is stuck in a recycled present.