Carlo Michele Schirinzi

milkmo(M)on

Carlo Michele Schirinzi

Morse code to the void, silent scream is consuming (itself) inside. By burning scratches torn, darker and deeper couldn’t be the black.

I resti di Bisanzio

Carlo Michele Schirinzi

Stefano De Santis, Salvatore Bellomo

Dissipatio

Filippo Ticozzi

Federica Villa, Carlo Michele Schirinzi

The strict quarantine in the spring of 2020 reduced the living space of hundreds of millions of people down to just a few square meters. The horizon was limited to the view from the window, boredom permeated the days, and an endless stream of catastrophic rumors emanated from the radio and television. Against the backdrop of his own mental and physical discomfort, the director begins to shoot a video diary. The similarly non-existent static camera records existential monologues as well as activities serving basic bodily needs. This philosophical essay is woven from reflections on the coming transformation of the world and the images that try to capture it.

Padrone dove sei

Carlo Michele Schirinzi

Salvatore Bellomo, Matteo Gravante

A moist fresco of the act and the viewing of masturbation. Master where are you. Not shouted research, but instead a telluric implosion, the observation of a disappearance, a useless SOS hurled among paper notebooks, protective nature, cars whose motors are turned off, and forgotten nests.