In a windswept, snowy landscape, freedom and fantasy intertwine before colliding with a stifling, concrete reality.
In a windswept, snowy landscape, freedom and fantasy intertwine before colliding with a stifling, concrete reality. Shot on Super 8, this experimental short explores the inner landscape of postpartum depression, navigating the desire for escape, the fear of consequences, and the weight of attempting to return to the self.
« I went to bed with the wind and she whispered in my ear. She whispered in my ear that i should spread open my hands and let her curl between my fingers ; throw back my head and let her twist and tug and tangle through my hair. Release what i was holding onto. »
Kristin Winters and Irene Gomez Emilsson
« I went to bed with the wind and she told me to crack open my chest. And let her roll over me, Pierce my navel and trace up towards my stomach. »
Kristin Winters and Irene Gomez Emilsson
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