An isolated island of rocks and deserted landscapes, abandoned by humans due to the overexploitation of its resources. Yet, the island is not as desolate as it appears. Traces of human presence linger, their shadows and souls imprinted on the terrain.
Memory records to give new meaning to existence. Explosions of light, shadows and sounds in a suspended time that floats between reality and fiction. It’s winter on the island of Porto Santo, but the space remains mysterious. Marked by the rhythms of Adolfo Bioy Casares’ The Invention of Morel, the story becomes a celebration of detachment. Everything moves and everything returns, like the Atlantic Ocean that bathes the
images of Saint Bartholomew with stardust. (Miquel Escudero Diéguez)
