A swarm of mosquitoes appears just before it gets completely dark. In the close up the blurry picture seems like a problematic shot, while when the camera moves further back, it becomes sharper and looks threatening. The swarm, in a form of swirl, is trembling in the air.
The sound is the one of threatening insects.
Shot 4
An abandoned table-soccer is standing in an un-built plot. The sound of the nature, birds singing, the wind, is interrupted violently by the noise of cars. The notion of the open field in the neighborhood used for playing, is somehow occupying more space in our memory rather than in the reality of the city.
Shot 70
I take a shot of one of those small exotic objects that we hang in our balconies, which create pleasant metallic sounds when the wind blows, in close up. The object and its background are indistinct.
The picture is fragmented into bright elements, while sporadically we can see figures of plants, some wandering cats like shadows and random elements of structured space. The sound comes out of the object itself, from people talking at the balconies, from a movie in low volume. Every time that I listen to those objects, I escape. I consider them as cracks into the solidity of the city sound, although their impact is negligible. The twilight, the cats, some undistinguishable shadows in the darkness, the overall atmosphere of the shot, refer to something pagan, a light shiver on the back of your neck.
Shot 3
Several shots are taken from the inside of telephone booths in a row on a big highway. The scratched transparencies blur the view, there are sticky papers and smuts. The booths are over-used and a bit decayed. Sound of cars along with the sirens of an ambulance. The sound signal of the siren cancels the function of the sound source (telephone).
