Hazel Dupont

Fuga Del Gato

A pianist drives around a forest landscape, wandering in search of her way. A way to let go of memories. Letting go of the woman of her memories. Like a wind, they blow through her mind, mingling and enriching the music that propels her along her path. Her longing on the tip of her tongue and the end point of the journey.

Kerberos

At her sister's funeral, a young woman is distracted by a something from the woods.

Kerberos

At her sister's funeral, a young woman is distracted by a something from the woods.

Kerberos

At her sister's funeral, a young woman is distracted by a something from the woods.

Kerberos

At her sister's funeral, a young woman is distracted by a something from the woods.

Almost There

Can a mother and daughter truly say goodbye, especially when their final trip together feels destined to fail, haunted by the behaviors they can never seem to leave behind?

Nostos

No experience and no fact is unique. The narrative that tells human history, collective or not, is as simple as it is complex. The beginning of every transformation is a journey through an unknown landscape. As Dante Alighieri wrote in La Divina Commedia: "Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ché la diritta via era smarrit." In the movement lies the transformation. In the fire the purification. The cure lies in the virus.

Nostos

No experience and no fact is unique. The narrative that tells human history, collective or not, is as simple as it is complex. The beginning of every transformation is a journey through an unknown landscape. As Dante Alighieri wrote in La Divina Commedia: "Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ché la diritta via era smarrit." In the movement lies the transformation. In the fire the purification. The cure lies in the virus.