Under the memories of Paris in black and white, the weavers of fantasies become time travelers, as they experience body transmutations and different types of love that are hidden in the secrecy of life. A story that perforates psychoanalyses with a needle and with the infinite threads that weave the feminine tapestry away from our daily perspectives, where time and space are mingled and flow into a virtual dimension. The characters are metamorphosed into a constant becoming of fantasies, friendship and into the multiplicity of what silently entangles the existence.

"Li(e)nes: Vestiges of an Opera" is an endless tunnel that meets other sides and other dimensions, turning the universal truths into intersecting feminine lies. It searches new perspectives of sexuality and madness; it floats inside of the fragmented compositions of an atmosphere made out of particles of dust, the ones that sing through the shapeless sounds of a deaf-mute violinist, whose silence translate the voices of an opera, echoing voices that unfreeze the pre-fabricated truths that comes from a computer system of matter and energy.

This book consists of one singular story which fades into others; an ensemble of passions whose few characters resound through echoes and recollections. The images shade into other images, in alternating states, throughout words that attempt to decode the multiple ingenious glances of a peculiar camera, whose lenses have been shattered. This is not a film script, but cinematic views characterized by perception-words, where masculine and feminine forces, both filmmakers, perpetually transmute throughout the movements of the shading stories inside the oscillations of time, mutually connected by the lack of recollections which ineffably link them into deep nostalgia. Time and again, the characters resent love, due to the vicissitudes of their mid-life crises, despite their hidden and strong desires to fall in love eternally.

During the shots of the scenes, the camera grasps the tensions of the characters attempting to escape from the amorous love, regardless of their necessities to dream and live out of the tension between passion and their own intimate times, which is never completely present. These stories will not become films, and whatever has been filmed will not be simply turned into linguistic signs, for the words here are the results of intersecting intensities, whose articulations build an incorporeal reality, the poetry of the multidimensional eyes of the camera, the shattered glances of a camera.

The endless sensual desire for a long-lost love reverberates within intervals where old lovers virtually join their extraordinary forces. Such gaps lie inside the non-chronological time that flourishes through artistic flows, whose endless creative powers thrive anonymously away from the classic perceptions.

In spite of suffering lapses of memories, the passionate and rather lovesick characters slowly muse over their fragmented pasts throughout the resonances of an inexplicable and latent desire, which leads them into their enigmatic encounters.

An unusual man is captured at the same instant that he seizes an atypical woman, who avidly affects him as she snaps pictures of his apartment windows from a hotel in Paris. At that clandestine and rather mysterious moment, both of their memories lose their sovereignty over their existences and thus, only the movements of their forces, which obsessively affect each other, have the power to unite the lovers endlessly.

A psychiatrist falls in love with one of his patients, plotting a theater of psychoanalysis for his semi imaginary patients-characters in order to observe and analyze their movements. However, she/he falls in love once more with the becomings of her beloved, who also turns into a semi-imaginary patient-character. The notes that Dr. Stein writes are the confessions of a faceless creature that strove to be faithful to psychoanalyses. Nevertheless, passion, spontaneity and obsession slowly dismantle the hermaphrodite's plan. Whimsical Masks is surrounded by the continuous sound of a waterfall, and it takes place on a theater stage, at a splitting and uncertain present, where life and death lose their meanings, whereas the characters interact poetically, by flickering their lights outside the chronological succession of time. They have incessantly been dancing with the colorful threads of their existences, where the real and the imaginary mingle into possible pasts, throughout indeterminate and multiple futures, and into the labyrinthine presents. conductor of a ballet that oscillates among incongruous, uncertain time and virtual spaces, which cannot be fixed, measurable, or linear. The power of a hermaphrodite who becomes a faceless woman; the passion of a psychiatrist who turns into a witch and films with her eyes all the transformations of the theater stage. She slowly captures the unexpected becomings, which surpass the linguistic conceptions and bloom into poetical signs.

Under the memories of Paris in black and white, the weavers of fantasies become time travelers, as they experience body transmutations and different types of love that are hidden in the secrecy of life. A story that perforates psychoanalyses with a needle and with the infinite threads that weave the feminine tapestry away from our daily perspectives, where time and space are mingled and flow into a virtual dimension. The characters are metamorphosed into a constant becoming of fantasies, friendship and into the multiplicity of what silently entangles the existence.

"Li(e)nes: Vestiges of an Opera" is an endless tunnel that meets other sides and other dimensions, turning the universal truths into intersecting feminine lies. It searches new perspectives of sexuality and madness; it floats inside of the fragmented compositions of an atmosphere made out of particles of dust, the ones that sing through the shapeless sounds of a deaf-mute violinist, whose silence translate the voices of an opera, echoing voices that unfreeze the pre-fabricated truths that comes from a computer system of matter and energy.