Time, architecture, the smell of memories. The memory of smell. An alarm keeps ringing beside an empty bed. Inside an old building, dreams pass through bodies, and bodies pass through old corridors.
On two different mornings, two strangers enter an old house in Damaskus - carrying sharp tools. A tradition, thousands of years old, is about to be executed. There is a little boy holding his mothers hand while watching.
Purple is a meditation on the broken chronology of endings, where fragments of memory, desire, and absence manifest as colors. Moving through these fragments, the film lingers between holding on and letting go where what is gone continues to leave its color behind.
Military Blanket
Short film, 3:48 mins, B&W,
“Military Blanket” is going back to a the memory of the day when my father died. It describes the bureaucracy of death, in a military hospital. Growing up is basically witnessing slowly people we know dying around us. After my father died and the war started, I lost high per- centage of people I know But I chose to talk about the story of my fathers death because death was still holy back then, death was capable of teaching me, death was the most incredible Proof of life.