Tenebrae Lessons

  • April 11, 2017 / 19:00
  • April 14, 2017 / 16:00

Director: Vincent Dieutre
Cast: Andrzej Burzynski, Hubert Geiger, Vincent Dieutre, Leo Bersani, Antonino Iuorio
France, 2000, 77’, color
French with English and Turkish subtitles

“The 90s had a pretty bad start”, this is how Vincent Dieutre introduces us to the shadows of his personal universe in those years. Utrecht, Naples, Rome... Three cities and two love stories guide us through the nocturnal itinerary of a man searching for beauties past in the 90s. The first part of the “Films of Europe” cycle constitutes a geographical and sentimental trip through the shadowy art and Caravaggio. An essay, a travelogue, a documentary, a fiction film, this memoir reconstitutes by fragments a fatal journey.

Trilogy of Our Lives Undone

Trilogy of Our Lives Undone

Journey Into Post-History

Journey Into Post-History

Roland Wounded

Roland Wounded

Jaurès

Jaurès

Bologna Centrale

Bologna Centrale

My Winter Journey

My Winter Journey

Bonne Nouvelle

Bonne Nouvelle

Tenebrae Lessons

Tenebrae Lessons

Desolate Rome

Desolate Rome

The Battle of Varna

The Battle of Varna

Over the years of 1864 through 1876, Stanisław Chlebowski served Sultan Abdülaziz in Istanbul as his court painter. As it was, Abdülaziz disposed of considerable artistic talents of his own, and he actively involved himself in Chlebowski’s creative process, suggesting ideas for compositions –such as ballistic pieces praising the victories of Turkish arms. 

Memory of the Region

Memory of the Region

Objects also bear the memory of the geography to which they relate. Ceramics, with soil as their primary material, are directly linked to the land where they are produced: forging a direct relationship with earth, ceramics bear the memory of the soil where they come from.

From Cypresses to Turkish Landscapes

From Cypresses to Turkish Landscapes

Among the most interesting themes in the oeuvre of Prassinos are cypresses, trees, and Turkish landscapes. The cypress woods in Üsküdar he saw every time he stepped out on the terrace of their house in İstanbul or the trees in Petits Champs must have been strong images of childhood for Prassinos.