Around a loud meal, in a bed where we shared a pack of cookies, a discussion while we were washing, I was preparing to eat and mom had just bought home a bouquet of flowers to put on the living room piano. I should have never fucked him, she did so well to sleep with her, I’ll call you tomorrow to talk, I first have to call my grandmother. Friendship, love, family, relationships, interactions, death, women, men, food, that all gathers and divides and it’s porous.
Production : Autoproduction (Julia Palmieri Mattison)
With the support of ERG, CBA
DOK Leipzig, Germany, 10/20
Festival dei Popoli, Italy, 11/20
Festival International du Film Francophone de Tübingen-Stuttgart, Germany, 11/20