The Last Step of an Acrobat

THE LAST STEP OF AN ACROBAT

"We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown".

(T.S.Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock)

This film appeared to us, as it unfolded almost by itself, day after day while shooting, as a mythical fairy-tale about dead sea creatures and the desire to fly - Death and Flight, that cannot exist without one another.
Like a dream, it is based on a series of interconnected visions, longings and forebodings that could not possibly be reduced to a unity of meaning. As life itself, or as the sea which is always changing and yet remains the same, unable to betray its mystery.
More like a visual poem than a narrative film, it is the story of an Equilibrist suspended on the slack rope of existence, the thin and always changeable borderland joining all opposites, Sky and Earth, Life and Death, Light and Shadow, Elsewhere and Nowhere.
This film is also about transformation and loss of identity, about the desire to become someone else, or even something else – the screech of a seagull, bleaching bones, a broken dolphin’s mouth, dissolving into deep eternity – a meditation on melancholy and on the frailty of existence, permeated by the secret whispering of all things shipwrecked and lost.
"In my beginning is my end, in my end is my beginning".