Like a storm that suddenly strikes, bringing down everything and leaving deep cracks – that’s what it feels like when a mother tells her child that she cannot love her.
The village I set Abitanti in was struck by disaster, which, like in my own life, changed everything. Alba returns to where she had suffered the deepest pain and finds her mother, who clings to this place despite the wounds and scars of the past. While the mother cares for the community, she treats Alba like a stranger.
The ambivalent mother/daughter relationship has analogies in nature. The once sheltering houses lie in ruins, dense grasses and prickly shrubs cover the impassable roads. The wind is an existential part in the storytelling. With atmospheric images and a subtle montage of natural sounds, I want to provide an insight into a microcosm, a village in the middle of nowhere that might be the last of its kind. In a world where we have lost the sense of connection, I want to explore what lets us regain hope.