“Time is only because it tends not to be,” wrote Saint Augustine in his famous Confessions.
This highly personal short film by Jane Bau invites us to participate in a poetic meditation designed as a rejoinder to the paradox of time, exploring memory through the discursive power of images.
How do the traces of a lost loved one leave their mark on our spirit? The young filmmaker answers this question by interspersing old images of her late grandmother with recent footage of her grandfather as he silently goes about his business. In his calm home, bathed in a golden light that calls for introspection, we witness these gaps in time: the memories of a man as he remembers. His wife lives on in little sparks of memory set off by a certain room, an object, a movement or a ray of sunlight, showing us the unique power of film to embalm the real and to thwart, if only poetically, the fatality of time.

Jason Burnham
Tënk’s programming coordinator