HOMESICK LUNGS

There are a myriad of ways in which we can cling to the memory of a beloved place from which we are torn apart. Felix Klee chooses to slide down the thread of memory and image, hoping to preserve every shadow, every rustle of grass, every crevice of the family farm on the verge of being sold. What can’t be filmed can be reconstructed: the wind-blown leaves in 3D have their poetry. The feeling of inevitable end accumulates through the heavy breath of a sick horse, the paintings of dead horses, the obsession with a space lost and then found again, for a while, in Google Maps’ abstract shapes. Homesick Lungs looks like an end-of-the-world diary, where a dying horse and the childhood farm are the last redoubts to be destroyed. (Andreea Chiper, BIEFF 2022)