In "ghosting mother", personal mourning rituals and processes of scanning and development intertwine to create a search for traces in the manifestations of memory. Starting from the destroyed grave of my mother, a search begins for the remaining apparitions. A mourning ceremony, a movement of remembrance, attempts at resuscitation. ghosting mother works with methods of autofiction and deals with questions of grief and its ritualization in bourgeois catholic contexts in an experimental documentary form. The self-developed 16 mm film reflects in its own materiality and its damage the failed attempt to record what has been lost.

It's about. Of a man, of a panic, of a fury. Of a war. A fright. But it may be something else.

Humans create narratives about themselves then make great effort to conform reality to that narrative. This wasn't a threat to planetary survival 10,000 years ago when we were scattered in small bands worshiping local deities and relying on nearby gathered foodstuffs with only stone tools. It's quite another thing when we are packed into mega-cities with nuclear weapons and ambiguous connectivity with relationships imbued in instruments that far exceed an individual's capacity to fully comprehend or to reliably navigate our various systems. The earth spins around the sun at 30 km/sec. The habitable atmosphere on this planet extends 6 km into space and is composed of distinct layers. The troposphere extends upward from the earth to a height of about 8 km at the poles, to about 11.3 km in mid-latitudes, and to about 16.1 km at the equator. The air in the troposphere is in constant motion, with both horizontal and vertical air currents. As we exert ever increasing control we inevitably invite ever increasing chaos. The planetary boundaries framework defines a safe operating space for humanity based on the intrinsic biophysical processes that regulate the stability of the Earth system. From global warming to the biosphere and deforestation, from pollutants and plastic to nitrogen cycles and freshwater: Six of nine planetary boundaries are being crossed, while simultaneously pressure in all boundary processes is increasing.

I used to find the dusk a very unsettling time, as though the approaching night was something to be feared. It was as if, once night fell you could not flee, and had to face unspecified consequences. Maybe the land remembers and the night will reveal what we might have done...