In this chapter of Memories for a Private Eye, I tried to explore my personal archive by invoking a fictional detective to help me unfold deep and traumatic memories.
The images, which come from different sources, weave together into a labyrinthine maze to create a blueprint of memory itself.
The film spirals around a lost image, the only moving image of my dead mother. How is absence lived? What remains of love, war and death with the passing of time?
These are the questions that are delicately displayed for contemplation in this film.