HYACINTH GIRL (IN POST-PRODUCTION)

16min

What begins as an ordinary day between two women spirals into a quiet game of chase and escape.

As the endless loop continues, the validity of their love comes into question.

‘You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;

‘They called me the hyacinth girl.’

—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,

Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not

Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither

Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,

Looking into the heart of light, the silence.

Oed’ und leer das Meer.

-from The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot