Medea – Νo Comment

Through fragments of pictures, through cracks, we witness love, anger, murder as an extreme action, and Medea’s “exile,” already decided; memories of function, revenge, and punishment. Love is the Memory. And Jason’s absence – even as a black-and-white picture – is exactly the admission of her big love. The music comes from central Asia; it’s her own memory, a past that becomes the future as well; a return into Mourning, without any Guilt.