“With my passing travels, Istanbul remains enigmatic and without secret, far from prevailing visibilities.” (M.J. Mondzain) Everything is mixed, everything is there – not in organised, protected, preserved strata, but in accumulations, wearing, erasing, emptiness and chaos. A wild garden, here; the cycle of life and death; nothing is destroyed, everything is alive, wearing out, continuing. The clock: the Bosphorus. This city is way, the passing of. Here as nowhere else I perceive something of infinity, of the unceasing mixing of times, constant flux, appearing and disappearing; the presence of other times at the edge of the visible...

A document about Kumbh Mela, in India. More than 10 million people: pilgrims, saddhus, babbas, .... meet over the course of a month in this psychic vortex, to celebrate the fight between angels and demons. Edited from more than 60 hours of tape filmed in 1986, and edited in 1998 in Mistyc Fire Video.

The life story of an elderly Mauritanian woman, Aïcha Messaoud, who spent her whole life as part of Sheik Ma-el-Aïnïne's distinguished family of nomads and now lives in the small Moroccan village of Tata, in the northern part of Western Sahara. The filmmaker sets out to trace the memories of her heroine. Stage after stage, she travels through thousands of kilometres across the desert, encountering the descendants of the Sheik.

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.