In a rural periphery amid transformation, agricultural machines devastate the fields and the places are haunted by an eternal gloom. Out of the flames, the bells are reborn, invoking the presence of the community.
At night there are trucks driving around and lights faintly punctuating a rural area. There are clouds in the sky moving slowly, there is a silence and night noises. The sound of a bell is heard and a bell comes to occupy the shot. There is labor, a blazing fire feeding the furnace and men at work. Everything here is suggestive of something else. Everything here seems to matter, the objects, the bells that rise and ring, that communicate with everyone, with people and animals. The night brings people together, takes us closer to what can be seen and heard, a walk, a firework display, the flowing water… A world awakened by the senses, a world in movement, a world in suspension. – Carlota Gonçalves
