An intimate portrait of the artist’s mother, unaware of being filmed, lost in her thoughts, but still reconnecting with the present ... Nostalgia …
"But I do love my obscurity, too.
Oh, mother, who contemplates infinity. What else could you look at with your humid gaze. Oh mother of cyclamens with your archaic smile, you who look right into my eyes. Oh severe mother, just within the world’s injustice. Indian mother, who has the nostalgia of your life without artifice. I love you."
Vasso Nicolopoulou, 2007