![]() It's almost like a psychotherapy session, unlocking one's mysteries through hypnosis, regressing in time to different periods that have marked the woman's existence. Heavy on semiotics, each fragment tells a story, not with words, but in a purely visceral level. It's definitely ruled by dream logic, memories mixed and re-mixed from past present and perhaps even the future. ![]() UMBRA is a lush representation of what the subconscious looks like in the dream state. In the end, she confronts her demons, her past, and her tormentor, finally seeing him for what he really is. Perhaps this is a new man in her life, which reminds her of that other one from her childhood. She encounters her tormentor once more, but he hasn't aged a day. She runs, as the attendants try to seize her. They seem to accuse her, as if they knew of her childhood trauma and blamed her for what is not her fault. In her adulthood she's about to get married, dressed in white, but the attendants appear to be dead, made of stone, soulless shells like the ones that tried to climb the ladders and failed. The man opens oysters and blood pours from them, an allusion to sexual abuse. Back in her childhood she meets her tormentor, a man of cruel appearance and even crueler intentions. She lies motionless atop a mountain of bodies, those who like her also tried to climb up to the promised peace and failed. ![]() Her skin like cracked marble, devoid of color, devoid of life. She falls into a pit of human shells, empty, like the rest. A Woman climbs up the stairs, perhaps her spirit on her way to the place that souls go to rest to. It's purely visual narrative which needs to be decoded. UMBRA/ECLIPSE OF THE MOON says volumes without a word.
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