A poetic essay on the beginnings of life, made of images of childbirth, sounds of a beating heart and music from Verdi's _Requiem_.
Director | Artavazd Pelechian |
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The first functional organ of the embryo is the heart. From the sixth week of pregnancy, it is possible to see it move during an ultrasound. A subtle and rapid pulse, beating twice as fast as the heart of an adult, which encapsulates all the mystery of life. Irregular rhythm of the departure, sound binder that allows to get out of the abstraction of this presence that grows, entangled with and in the mother. A heart that beats, and that will never stop until the End.
In the weightlessness of childbirth, which of the child's or the mother's heart do we hear? What other event involves so much intermingling, such an absence of frontiers? Sky and sea merge. Interior and exterior are blurred. In total disorientation, a suspended moment in which Life and Death contemplate each other, face to face. And if in this last shot, it is the triumphant Life that looks us directly in the eyes, the Requiem reminds us that it is Death that gives it its real substance. Tight and orderly borders can do nothing against the cyclic and grandiose disorder of this life that is tirelessly reborn from the ashes of the living. Nothing is lost, nothing is created...
Naomie Décarie-Daigneault
Tënk's Artistic Director
This film forms a diptych with End by Artavazd Pelechian.
The first functional organ of the embryo is the heart. From the sixth week of pregnancy, it is possible to see it move during an ultrasound. A subtle and rapid pulse, beating twice as fast as the heart of an adult, which encapsulates all the mystery of life. Irregular rhythm of the departure, sound binder that allows to get out of the abstraction of this presence that grows, entangled with and in the mother. A heart that beats, and that will never stop until the End.
In the weightlessness of childbirth, which of the child's or the mother's heart do we hear? What other event involves so much intermingling, such an absence of frontiers? Sky and sea merge. Interior and exterior are blurred. In total disorientation, a suspended moment in which Life and Death contemplate each other, face to face. And if in this last shot, it is the triumphant Life that looks us directly in the eyes, the Requiem reminds us that it is Death that gives it its real substance. Tight and orderly borders can do nothing against the cyclic and grandiose disorder of this life that is tirelessly reborn from the ashes of the living. Nothing is lost, nothing is created...
Naomie Décarie-Daigneault
Tënk's Artistic Director
This film forms a diptych with End by Artavazd Pelechian.
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