THE ILLUSION OF HUMAN FLYING
THE STORY OF A DAUGHTER , A MAN , AND A HOUSE FULL OF PAINTINGS
DOCUMENTARY PROJECT ON DEVELOPMENT
In the middle of nowhere, where time gains weight, roads stretch and clouds drift heavy drops of sweat,
there is a town.
In the center of that town, among aging gardens, slow walks, between a Lidl, an Aldi, rusting beer cans and red cars aging in the absent sun, there is a house.
A family house.
Once.
A house once filled, a house for the ages, where children ran, where sounds and laughter came and left. Until one of the kids grew a man
and his mind taller than the roof itself, filling the rooms, filling the space...
for his art alone and no one else.
And then he left.