MMLXXIV

Harshly oversaturated in neon greens, deep blues, and glaring reds, this film depicts the Angel of Death as a distorted and insectile female figure cloaked in black. She moves through forests, rivers, and skies, her touch triggering the slow decay of the natural world. Animals collapse, trees crack and bleed. Dialogue is sparse, delivered in jagged, experimental prose — cryptic, dreamlike, and disjointed. The film was screened only in remote Highland forests, projected directly onto trees, moss-covered rocks, and thick undergrowth. No screens, no structures — just image and sound bleeding into the living woods, blurring fiction, myth, and ecological grief.