The storm rumbles, a bed sinks into the night. My mother, sisters, brother and I share stories of humans and plants. In the old days, we used to cling to the trees to heal.
In the old days, we used to burn for our medicines. Under the reflections of a moon, foliage moves with the naked eye, bacteria fertilize the air and herbariums threaten: the day will come when the world will turn upside down. Interlacing various natures of images and tellings, she braids them all together into a narrative offering multiple points of view, underlining the link between christian heritage and deprivation of common botanical knowledge. Once upon a time was childhood.
Once upon a time, trees and humans shared common stories. Deleuze says a myth is Β« a story from the time when humans and animals were not yet distinct Β».
Long-time discarded by Western societies, myths, imagination and dreams are nevertheless powerful political tool to imagine new present β and future β ways of sharing a world. In between, microscopic views of cyanobacteria, ethereal algae floating across the screen. Enlarged to the dimensions of gods, these invisible beings become titans, giants makers of the world as we know it.
They were indeed the first organism capable of photosynthesis, transforming solar energy into chemical energy and producing oxygen, allowing life on earth.
