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From the lush and green grass of the Kazakh Steppe to the glorifying architecture of its capital, from its giant open-air mines to the traces of invisible nuclear power, Kazakhstan is here captured in fragments. A fake observational film, but a genuine geographical and historical journey, through the remnants of the Soviet past and the contemporary capitalist ambitions of the country.

A blind man in a dark room melts into celluloid, feeling with his hands the messy layers of processed reality.

Space Seeing - Space Hearing uses sound and image editing, as well as split-screen effects, to create a performance from a motionless body. The work comprises six distinct sections that create a rhapsody of sound and image.

Our homage to the stupid idea of God.

Somalia. A policewoman sits in her parked car. After a while, she gets out, puts on her service cap, and enters the prison. There, decisive hours have dawned for young Farah. Organizational machinery starts up around him. Farah is examined by a doctor, instructed by the bailiff, and looked after by an imam. Farah is waiting for his parents to visit. “How are you?” is the question everyone asks him that day. Each time, “Good” is his concise answer. Only when the policewoman takes Farah out of town the next morning does the unspeakable become a painful reality.

A queer art collective – the strange life of the savages – has been installing rope bondage sculptures shaped as vulvae in urban environments, as a way to confront by-passers with representations of femininity, body, and sexuality.

The work consists of three adjacent screens across which viewers see nine British boys and girls, all about 11 years old, wearing Catholic school uniforms and standing before a white background. They have been asked to speak about a painting that is never shown or identified in the video: Picasso’s Weeping Woman (1937, Tate Modern). They begin by slowly describing the painting, yet their remarks quickly escalate as their imaginations are sparked: “Maybe her stepmum was like…evil; maybe nobody liked her”; “Maybe that’s a million-pound bill and she can’t pay it.”

She sees a dead friend. She does not remember he is dead. They have breakfast together. He gives her a tea cup.

A grieving mother kidnaps a group of teenagers to find out who killed her son.

In January of 2004, in the northern Moroccan city of Tangiers, documentary filmmaker Saeed Taji Farouky met a 26 year-old Moroccan named Abdelfattah. He was a clandestine, one of many Africans who try to cross the narrow Straits of Gibraltar and illegally enter Spain by stowing away on cargo ships or boarding inflatable rafts. By the end of their first meeting, Abdelfattah had agreed to let Saeed follow him to film every aspect of his journey.

Interwoven fragments of one day in the filmmaker's childhood.

A grifting evangelist exorcist is hired to do a real exorcism.

With gaps in her personal history, a filmmaker assembles fragments of her family’s archive in an attempt to see more clearly.

In a dim, dusty room within Mumbai's Slums, locals gather as a film is projected, transporting those who enter into a realm offering solace from the relentless urban chaos. An exquisite examination of the rhythm and ambiance inside the exterminating alternative cinema space- the video parlors.

Strange and life-threatening events in a construction site create tension between the Syrian workers and the Lebanese villagers. Tarek, one of the workers, becomes convinced that the site is haunted.

"Even though there is no scientific evidence that ghosts exist, you may not be crazy if you see one" (Vox).

70mm Film Frames of Neutrino Movements - shot in 15 ft Bubble Chamber at Fermilab, Experiment 564 in Chicago - dunked in liquid nitrogen, neutrino movements outlined with invisible ink and decoder markers and highlighters, inked up by Monica Kogler and Jwest, filmstrip from Janet Conrad, MIT Professor of Physics, 2011

A ghost, a face, lucid minerals, vague landscapes... What do you see when my words fall? To experience delayed emotions is like trying to decipher a riddle caught up in time lags. I wanted to tell that riddle visually. -ZYC

Portrait of a past lover