Medea – No Comment
Through fragments of images, through cracks, love, anger, murder as an extreme act, and Medea's "exile," predetermined. Memories of functioning, revenge, punishment. Love is Memory. And Jason's absence—even as a black-and-white image—is precisely the admission of her great love. The music from Central Asia is her own memory, a past that also becomes the future. A return to mourning, without guilt.
