The Spring Wound

‎The final chapter of the Playtime trilogy is a song dedicated to the most painful season of all. As winter ends, a new Sun rises, haunting our days, intensifying its glare, and consuming every creature that crawls upon the Earth. "The Spring Wound" captures Spring as the setting for a microcosm of desolation and progressive decay that I have explored with my camera. The pounding rhythm of the editing weaves single frames into a collage of open wounds, ghost trails, and natural phenomena, culminating in the arrival of Summer. Time flies in the blink of an eye, the infinitely small shifts its proportions, while what once seemed invisible and unfilmable is laid bare and captured by the impassive gaze of my lens. This is undoubtedly a diary film, the last of its kind, capable of gathering elements and images from my everyday life, then reassembling and transforming them into something truly singular.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎