A cinematographic poem shot random in different parts of Morocco. It is an intimate diary of an era. An ensemble of strange and beautiful details, in constant dialogue voice over poems, people´s movement, animals, images of the city and the country side, creating a dreamlike atmosphere where the smallest detail matters. The seduction of “Something “ we might no longer have.    

A man and a woman distanced, interact dynamically while coupled at a place of simple domesticity. In Stabilities seeks to locate the site of action in a context of shared relations. Bain collaborating with Finish dancer Mia Keinanen utilizes high speed digital videography and time lapse imaging to trace the trajectories of bodies in motion; slowing down and magnifying the subtle forms of interplay. At times this piece mimics a Keatonesque action all the while illuminating the kind of motion-space which connects us all.

Deliberations on death.

The search for water, the descent deep into the well of the heart. Based on a 17th Century Persian poem by Najmudin Kubra. The most probable is that sooner or later we will meet in an apparently dry and arid wilderness. Unexpectedly our footsteps have left us there, all roads are possible, but none of them seem to lead anywhere. In our loneliness we find that contemplation is our only company, the quiet gaze shows us a quiet world, a world that slowly begins to show itself outside of the parameters of desire or functionality to be a world with no outside or inside. Now we understand better, that that which we see is no stranger to us and this journey takes on a diverse and interpretative sense. A small group of men appears in the distance, we go closer and follow them. One of them is a water diviner, he looks for water with an olive branch, his steps are quick, suddenly, as if receiving a blow he falters, and perhaps will fall, we fall... On a dry bush in the wilderness a few small flowers have bloomed, our steps now pass over a path of dust, stones, brambles and acacia, crossing gates, and whispers, murmurs, or laughter of children... Lying on the dirt, like the dirt, so that a well can open in our chest and consciousness can descend close to the heart, there we will see without words, with the sounds of heartbeat breathing, a reminder of the place we come from, of where we belong, from where appearance springs, like those clouds that form whimsical figures that linger only a moment... A search for what there is of life in us. The presence of that which makes us live. Video Serie: El Hamdulillah Tapes.

The violence of revealed religion from the unconscious of the writing. Texts by Derek Jarman, Bertrand Russell, Sun Tzu.

The desert is our friend, migrations of the mind. Landscapes as texts to be read. Soundtrack: Barbara Held.  

“My spiritual journey had taken me from the land of Ahuramazda to the realm of Allah. I came to believe there is only one God, the God of light, goodness and joy. A God who abides not on the mountains or in the oceans, nor the cities or the sanctuaries, but in the human souls who worship there”. Aryana Farshad.