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A figure casts out tennis balls that find their place amongst new ecologies within a memory-cave on the banks of the Ohio river.

Callum, a struggling writer, finds inspiration for his next script in a mysterious notebook. As he begins to adapt its pages, Callum's idea of reality and fiction becomes intertwined. Losing himself in his new reality, Callum must try to separate himself from the clutches of the unknown, original author. Who are they? And what do they want with Callum?

After a global environmental disaster, little Merey wanders the world in search of food, water, and warmth. She is wearing a coral necklace, but it is not just a piece of jewelry or a good-luck charm. The ancient Khakas legend says that only this necklace can bring life back to the devastated land. In moments of despair and doubt, Merey remembers her distant ancestors, and this helps her find her way and make the right choice.

"In Between Living" is a cinematic painting of my inner emotions. It often feels like I am living in a time after my own death. At other times, I wonder if I was ever truly born at all. Perhaps I will be reborn after death, but for now, I live the unfinished life of someone else. The process of creating "In Between Living" has been a meditative journey. I did not set out to tell a story. The frame was my canvas and I simply painted what I felt.

one hundred doors closing is a durational aural/video artwork contemplating the limits of potentiality, and the acknowledgement of both physical and mental decline associated with aging. Through repetition of form, doors builds out a network of isolated and immersive audiophonic recordings that are at the same time both strange and familiar, offering a collection of sonic snap-shots reflecting on the everyday sublime. Intentional listening with quality headphones is encouraged.

Stomach, thighs and ass refers to the various sites of the body where I can inject myself with insulin. Every night and every morning, and before every meal, I check my blood sugar level, record it in a notebook and take my insulin. For two years, I have kept a video diary of every single insulin injection. This four-channel video is made up of a selection of those needles, sometimes in the intimacy of my domestic space, sometimes in public, up close and far away, moments of anxiety and moments of calm, these documented injections capture brief glimpses of the fleeting life that surrounds them. In the process, the viewer pays witness to both the exhaustion of living with chronic illness and the quiet stillness that can sometimes accompany it.

After failing to find her place in the city, Jialing returns to her borderland hometown and takes up work again in a rundown nightclub. As she tries to rebuild her life, her estranged father reappears, hoping to reconnect before the holidays.

Three individuals enter a temple to summon the Yoruba Orishas through ritual, music, and dance. As colonial influence reshapes spiritual practice, these traditions begin to shift. Over time, the rituals are altered and Westernized, losing their original form. What once connected them to the divine begins to fade.

After many years of garbage collecting, Oktave's routine is upended when, one night, unsettling apparitions disturb his reality.

Fragments of a trans woman's life shortly before winter.

Helge is having a lady over and is making dinner.

A wordless experimental short film where the language of movement explores emotional dysregulation, and how body and instincts often know more than the mind itself.

Family man Sigve Aasland suffers a severe heart attack. All hope seems lost, he is put in a ventilator and intended for organ donation. As his daughter intends to take her last farewell - in the form of a song - something extraordinary happens. The way back to life isn't just easy, but with love, community and a good dose of humor one can get surprisingly far.

After returning to his dorm following the holidays, a quiet college student spends an ordinary day restocking food and walking through town with a friend, while silently carrying the weight of a loss he has yet to confront.