Two voices resound from beyond and surrender to memory. Although that memory is involuntary, it is materialized in the letters: fragments and scraps of a relationship that was once desire and that remains unfinished. The voices detach themselves from the letters but they inhabit another indefinite space-time, and that capricious dialogue seems to reveal the unspoken question: where does end up that we were in a longed-for memory? Where is that piece of identity confined, alien, dissimilar, but always close and latent? Las cartas is born from an arbitrary discovery: photos, letters, files that are dusted off old boxes. From that moment on, the objects (which were once experiences) become the repetition of a happy or turbulent memory. That crisis, that intrinsic tension, is sought to be captured through an off recording and a visual montage.
Two voices resound from beyond and surrender to memory. Although that memory is involuntary, it is materialized in the letters: fragments and scraps of a relationship that was once desire and that remains unfinished. The voices detach themselves from the letters but they inhabit another indefinite space-time, and that capricious dialogue seems to reveal the unspoken question: where does end up that we were in a longed-for memory? Where is that piece of identity confined, alien, dissimilar, but always close and latent? Las cartas is born from an arbitrary discovery: photos, letters, files that are dusted off old boxes. From that moment on, the objects (which were once experiences) become the repetition of a happy or turbulent memory. That crisis, that intrinsic tension, is sought to be captured through an off recording and a visual montage.
DirectorJuan Velis
