The first images made by men represented animals. It may be that an image reproduces an endured pain. That it conquers power. The skin of the killed animals however will soon serve as canvas. Libya,1980. We are going south. A private expedition, a family trip, the director’s mother films on S-8, his brother takes photographs. Two river-beds in the desert of the Sahara, where prehistoric paintings and engravings can be found on the rocky banks. Four years later, his brother commits suicide. Fourteen years later a film gets formed out of the remembrance, out of those pictures, out of text and words, found or remembered, imprinted.
Malereien und Gravierungen
Markus Nechleba
IndieLisboa 2007 • Independent Hero
Germany, Fiction, 1998, 73′