Cedro Plátano

Little is known about the figure of Isabel Santaló, an old artist, today fallen into oblivion. But occasionally some visitors come to her flat. Through them and the voice of Antonio López (Dream of Light, Víctor Erice), the only painter who remembers her, we shape a multifaceted film. This is a cinematic portrait, which well into the film takes a surprising turn. A film that reflects on memory and oblivion, art and the creative process; posing the question of what it means to be an artist and a woman.

A visual and intellectual biography of photographer Guido Guidi

Aboard the “Express Santorini” cruise, Between Islands travels through the Azores archipelago. Through diaries, archive images and using reports from travellers and sailors, we focus on a time when the sea was a significant community and social space.

‘Yupumá’ refers to doing something for the first time. This indigenous concept, belonging to the Huni Kuin/Kaxinawá people from the lowland Brazilian Amazon, serves as the backdrop to this film where we follow Kawá Huni Kuin, an apprentice pajé preparing to leave his village deep in the forest to go to Europe for the first time.

When arriving at the Invisible Island (a small place that floats on dry land, trying to hide from what surrounds it) we meet Dádá, the musician. Dádá tries to create a lunar melody. Only this will be able to attract celestial bodies, moving them from their unfazed positions, and to onset the reversed eclipse so that eternal love can be summoned.

A chronology of the Avenue Almirante Reis in Lisbon. Its past and present. A portrait of those that inhabit it.

The shape of a journey during which two women share their thoughts on the period of austerity policies in Portugal. A generational gaze on that time, on a route towards the South, from Portugal to the Sahara desert.

Three times she travelled until the last stop on the F line. Each as if it was the first. There she found a meatless Disneyland, only skin, bone and memories. She thought of Dorothy and her dog. On her skin she felt the taste of the sea and she discovered new flavours as she dived into the freezing cold water. Now she fears everything will vanish like a wave that goes and never returns. Unlike her, I never travelled to the end of the F line. But I can see, hear and feel it. Can you?