After I had already begun to conduct my first cinematographic experiments in 2015, I shot between 2016 and 2019 (during my time as a student in Rostock) exclusively for this "No Budget Feature-Length Experimental Film", now titled "Transfragmentation", which was originally conceived to last three hours, based on Werner Fritsch's "Faust Sonnengesang" (2011), but now has a running time of approximately two hours. In 2015, I also began my correspondence with the Brussels-based Sound-Artist Unenthüllte, who eventually composed four twenty-minute pieces for this work and has to be regarded as my sole artistic collaborator in this sense. My cinematographic concept was clearly outlined from the beginning: The duration of each shot is exactly 1 minute. Only two elements diverge from this primary premise: The Seventeen Minute Prelude, Created In Post-Production (2020-2022), And The Slow Motion Sequences Involving My Voice-Over, Which Linger In The Heart And At The End Of The Work.

An immersion into the surreal and dreamlike world of painter, photographer and filmmaker Man Ray (1890-1976), one of the most prolific American visual artists, through four of his short films, brought to life by the atmospheric music of SQÜRL.

Three images of a person running in the void through the movement of speed and abstract images

The horses in Denys Colomb Daunant’s dream poem are the white beasts of the marshlands of the Camargue in South West France. Daunant was haunted by these creatures. His obsession was first visualized when he wrote the autobiographical script for Albert Lamorisse’s award-winning 1953 film White Mane. In this short the beauty of the horses is captured with a variety of film techniques and by Jacques Lasry’s beautiful electronic score.

in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping, the moon tells me a secret, a confidant As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own and a million light reflections pass over me, the source is bright and endless. She resuscitates the hopeless. Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting.

From his cozy library inside the walls of a suburban home, an intellectual snail tells of his life’s love, loss and change.

Two robots embark on a quest to become human.

Scratched lines and shapes float around this footage of a military spokesperson

Some spaces draw attention, as if they evoke something that’s about to happen. These are the places where we escape when we dream or die. The only thing that exists is time; we wait for the moment to arrive.

Two adult siblings, confined to their childhood home, live under the lingering presence of their parents, whose memory is mirrored in a portrait on the wall. They strive to preserve their existence through a “sacred ceremony” of nourishment and cleansing. Trapped in the family’s gilded cage, they become both inmates and bathers, with heightened senses that console and are consoled, faithful to rituals that have vanished from modern times, where everyone is violated by the rush of time. In a classic urban house, marked by decay, they tend to each other like young mammals in the wild— with love, with exposure, with violence, frustration, and shame.

A man living blissfully in his poolside villa finds himself unable to enjoy the summer sun after a visit from a mysterious figure.

What are they? What do they seek? When all the lights go out, they will wander. And you will never see them.