Synopsis
We’re covered with impermeable skin and our eyes are turned outwards. How easy it is to forget what we’re made of.
Events of loss remind us that we are our body while our body isn’t only our own.
عيوننا تنظر إلى الخارج وأجسادنا مغلفة بجلدٍ كتيم، كم هو سهلٌ أن ننسى باطنها.
أجسادنا تملكنا ولكننا لا نملكها تماماً.
Description
Shot in the Fayoum Western desert and the Red Sea coast in Egypt, and the volcanic Greek island of Nisyros among other places, this film is weaved by a quest to the unknown, where memory seldom interferes, to which the spirit is drawn. A quest in which the material world whispers the way to the dark rooms of the immaterial world.
There is a truth only one’s ink can write, an exchange between the matter blood and the matter spirit, a freedom from fear.
Death tells about presence. I lived to encounter its residues, some of them materialised in me. I don’t exactly know how they came about, affection is an absorbing power.
Idle by the sea, the hopes of the solitary drown. Lucifer murmurs. The end points to the uncertainty of the beginning.
To this mystery I am seduced. To thresholds and antonyms, mysteries only whispering presence, through the primordial, through the origin, in matter, and in sleep.


