Together with her mother, Sara Jurinčić travels to the island where her grandmother is buried, to tend to her grave. In the process, the director imagines a family album devoid of men – tearing her own past into pieces and reassembling them, until this new genealogy, these new origins become visible on the skin. Largely foregoing dialogue yet highly expressive, Jurinčić's film is a daring act of avant-garde, feminist historiography.
Together with her mother, Sara Jurinčić travels to the island where her grandmother is buried, to tend to her grave. In the process, the director imagines a family album devoid of men – tearing her own past into pieces and reassembling them, until this new genealogy, these new origins become visible on the skin. Largely foregoing dialogue yet highly expressive, Jurinčić's film is a daring act of avant-garde, feminist historiography.
