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Marianna Milhorat [Videonale.15]

* 1983 in Vermont USA, lives and works in Chicago USA
Studied at the University of Illinois-Chicago and at the Mel Hoppenheim School of Cinéma at the Concordia University, Montreal CAN


Exhibitions [selection]:


2014 Museum of Contemporary Art, Chicago USA
2013 Onion City Film Festival, Chicago USA
         Chicago Underground Film Festival, Chicago USA
2012 ZERO1 Biennial, San Francisco USA
2011 Kassel Documentary Film and Video Festival GER
         Revelation Perth International Film Festival, Perth AUS
         Signal and Noise Festival, Vancouver CAN
2010 Le Festival du nouveau cinema, Montréal CAN
2009 International Film Festival Rotterdam NED


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Une Terre familière, 2013, 18:10 min., sound, colour [VIDEONALE.15]

A small waterfall, right in the middle of impenetrable green.
The scene could be in the Amazon jungle, if the banks did not seem to be so strangely linear, somehow arranged. If the water were not so unnaturally still. And now a group of well-dressed strollers come into the picture, on the other side of the pond. What are they talking about? About the nature surrounding them? Or about appointments to have their hair done?

A newly ploughed field in thick mist.
The view hidden, as if by a veil. An autumn morning. Tiny water droplets waft in the air. It smells of fresh, dark earth. Profound solitude. But then a woman with a pram crosses the field. Is it really a field? At a second glance the ground is too even, as if it has been rolled flat. Will this earth soon be covered by gravel and tarmac?

A narrow chamber.
The camera from above. Neon light. Cabinets of natural history specimens, in every drawer three, four, five times the same. No window. No way out. A man is bending over one of the drawers. Nothing stirs. No movement. No life.

A museum.
A dry sapling in the glass case. A blue, globelike ball rotates soundlessly about itself. How distant the world is! How far away we are from everything. And yet much too close. Our fingerprints on every surface. Our odour in every corner. Everything catalogued and well-ordered, fenced in, known. And yet this earth remains so intangible. Completely foreign, sealed, silent.


Marianna Milhorat