Eva Giolo

A voyeuristic look at the daily life of Andrew and Abigail. They are increasingly becoming one, alternating between male and female. Which of them is real?

At the core of this film collage is the artist’s search for the face of her deceased twin brother, who died without leaving behind any photographic record. Paradoxically his absence is rendered perceptible through a profusion of images. An indirect portrait as the confirmation of an existence.

The film transports to a landscape of silence and solitude, alone with the wind, eyes burnt by the light. A place that turns harshness into tenderness.

Everyday occupations, hands that dig in the earth, that cut, touch, squeeze. The sound of domestic spaces and their silence.