Sebastian Wiedemann

Hidden

The celestial bodies enunciate something in the midst of their mystery. The moon turns red, the planet cries, the fall is deeper than we could imagine. Hidden, something lurks. In the middle, a requiem or perhaps an elegy. The uncertain as a path that leads us to a catastrophe that we do not know is past, present or future. But which is undoubtedly a deep memory of a dark secret. The broken whispers of a wounded jungle.

Deep Blue

Springs and Apneas between Worlds to resist and re-exist the pandemic.

Deep Blue

Springs and Apneas between Worlds to resist and re-exist the pandemic.

Obatala Film

The body re-exists and insists. It is never a closed envelope, but a channel of passage and trance among the most diverse spiritual dimensions (Obatala Film). Film-devotion, film-offering, film-gift. Shot in the mythical Ile-Ife, the sacred city of the Yoruba people and founded by the Orisas, this film seeks to sensory affirm the vertigo of coming into contact with Obatala, orisa creator of the world, of light. Trance of sparks of light, of bodies in spiritual connection.

Sleep Has Her House

The shadows of screams climb beyond the hills. It has happened before. But this will be the last time. The last few sense it, withdrawing deep into the forest. They cry out into the black, as the shadows pass away, into the ground.

Los (De)pendientes

There are a people to come. Open the images and make it appear!

Waves

Waves tries to unfold the question of how to continue, how to make the waves continue by other means.

Abismo

Drop drop into the abyss ...