Through a structuralist and simultaneously ambiguous form, the image's reality treads closer to the abstract, leaving the sunset and trees behind. As we enter the image's gloaming, it reveals its true eye: reality's pure haptic energy, where there is nothing but sonorous light, and the dregs of the Unknown.

It is nightfall. A hunter lurks in the darkness, wandering further towards the impenetrable. Do the meanings lie in the stream, in the mountains, the stars, or in the death of things?

A solitude found in the distant storm.

In the last moments of a life, human senses blur with those of the surrounding forest. Death is the flowing of human senses out into the world beyond the flesh cage. Death is the final breath joining the endless journey of the night breeze.

A silent short, focusing on the beauty and melancholia of seeing horses in the cold fog, and the metaphors that manifest, as time passes.

A Green Ray that never features. Instead, we sense it – seeing beyond our own eyes, beyond the hills – we sense it for an instant. We are plunged into the unknowable, beyond the horizon, beyond seeing altogether. In a single 11 minute take, the film takes us from lush sunsets, to beyond the green ray, and into the gloaming, into the heavy night's darkness, where we await the impending storm.