Still Here

In Kaohsiung, Taiwan, a handful of residents refuse to move away from their beloved and almost completely abandoned village.

Our Home

I have been living and working in Europe since 2002. In 2016, I went to see my parents in South Korea with my one-year old son for he could meet them for the first time. During the stay, I had to decide that my mother, suffering Parkinson’s Syndrome should go for a nursing home to relieve my father. It is a story of generations at its crossing moment, the very moment when my son began to lea...

The Moon and Fork

Her day begins at daybreak with the full of darkness before the moon goes down. As the night and the daytime permeate into and out of the threads, the moon gets woven by her fork.

My Name is Anik

Bircan has decided to learn Kurdish, her once-forbidden mothertongue, with all the words her grandmother has forgotten and all the stories that have remained unspoken.

A Remembering of Disremembering

Told through the tales of love of a retiring film projectionist and a late-blooming actress, the short documentary delves into the journey of Manila’s oldest movie theater from grandiosity to obsolescence.

Two women

Looking at the clock, eat, long for something, and wait. A similar but different day of two female housemates. It was a usual early morning until Ho-Kyung discovered the grass of the plant on top of the microwave next to the fishbowl had withered away. Upon the discovery, Ho-Kyung falls into the trail of thought…

Mizuko

In Japanese, there’s a specific word for an unborn life. Mizuko, which means “water child,” is used to refer to both miscarried and aborted pregnancies. In addition to this word, there’s a ritual of grief that allows women to metaphorically return their water children to the sea. Narrated by a Japanese American woman, Mizuko tells the story of her abortion in the US against...