A parable on space and time. A game of transformations. The course taken after a death, a second death. A woman gives birth and dies. At the moment of her death – a borderline moment, like the onset of sleep—her face scatters and takes on the aspects of those who are attending her death. A catabasis begins; images of deep memory come to the surface; and the body is fragmented by the clashes between those that inhabit it. It becomes a disturbed field. Her voice –the sole voice—is analysed into many voices and many roles. Mourning ends when the cycle of the catabasis ends and the body is free of the forms that lived inside it. The universe remains empty. —Thessaloniki International Film Festival
A seminal avant-garde, feminist poem, a magnitude on woman's intellect and superiority, an apocalyptic praise to nymphs, goddesses, whores, maids. Woe to death, the joy of frustrations. Woe to life, the web of incantations.