This is a film about empty spaces. On the one hand, the disappearance of Our Lady of Zikuñaga, a 13th century sculpture, serves to reflect on the importance that we give to images and on how we build these images in the collective memory. On the other hand, the death of the filmmaker's father, Juanmi Gutiérrez, a film and documentary-maker who left us all of his images when he died.
When Ione moves into the house of the deceased García siblings, she discovers that their rebel spirit still remains in the many objects they left behind. Antonio worked as a comic book artist for the Bruguera publishing house and Rosita was a pianist and opera singer. Both, together with their brother Juanito, transformed their home into a space dominated by fiction, to escape the dark reality imposed by the Franco dictatorship.
The ancient Greeks used as a support for their writings wooden frames on which they poured liquid wax. When solidifying, it formed a flat surface capable of being engraved by means of a punch. These tablets were called 'tabulas', and when they had not yet been used they were 'tabula rasa', blank sheets.
Documentary which, through the letters of Frances Wilkinson, an English woman who lived in China between the unsettled 30’s and 50’s, takes us on a journey to today’s China, comparing the letters’ point of view with that of the documentary-maker. A game of contrasts video-diary style involving the intimate reading of the letters by Frances’ granddaughter.
It all started in July 2018. Groups of migrants coming from Africa endeavouring to cross the border with France started arriving at Irun train station. They would sleep in the street. The charities working in the town succeeded in convincing the squatters’ movements to take a hand in the matter by letting them use their places. The wave of generosity spread to the people of Irun.
The street, at the same time a magical and hard place. Songs and music flourish in the middle of the asphalt, sometimes soft, sometimes torn. Everyone finds the most unique setting in their shelter. A city, San Sebastián, that evolves through the musicians who play in its streets.
A silent scream. Snow over the black night. Two women share their last moments together in a remote house in the mountains. Without words, they accompany each other whilst the sound of thawing snow advances.
A church organ, a family, harmony and faith. David's sisters suddenly convert to Catholicism and he tries to grasp what is behind this personal transformation mechanism.
Juanjo Franco Zabalegi died in San Sebastian on 19 June 2008. This documentary aims to show what his life was like and the keys to his creative processes. Family, friends, students, leisure and work colleagues focus on his memories to show us different aspects, in many cases unknown, of his wide-ranging activity as a filmmaker, painter, teacher...
"Don’t ask me about the hidden reason of all dark things, or where the path of fickle time leads us."
“That day a phantom sound started to ring in my head: a whistle with some cicadas that only I heard, or perhaps someone else could too. Like most people, I avoided silence so as not to hear my inner self. Because silence is only the beginning.”
A girl who was bought up by a pack of wolves returns to the city. Along her way she comes across different characters who transform her behaviour. Homing represents a journey from the wild world to a life in society.
Julen has to take care of his Grandma during the hot afternoons of a rainy summer. As the days go by, his initial indifference turns into curiosity. A tale on the border between love and horror.
A filmmaker is preparing a documentary about cemeteries around the world. Unexpectedly, a heart operation makes him rethink his work. The personal experience of his illness and the images of his work mix in an interactive relationship between the two.
'The Floating Track' is a science non-fiction film that explores the territory of Navarre. Desolate landscapes from which humans have disappeared, leaving only their trace behind them. Radio waves float in the ether. Radio amateurs talk to each other while looking at the sky.
