An astronaut finds herself stranded on a foreign planet. Her initial fear gives way to an insatiable need to experience this new planet with all her senses. The astronaut tries to find her footing between the urge to conquer and surrender. In this experimental short, Nitsopoulou is exploring the notion of identity and belonging using as a starting point the last phrase from Ray Bradbury's allegoric book "The Martian Chronicles". The environment where the short takes place offers glimpses of a labor past that can be mistaken as an otherwordly space. Nitsopoulou chooses this location to set the story of an astronaut while challenging the notions of extraterrestrial migration, ecology, and imperialism. Director: Smaragda Nitsopoulou Photography: Alexandros Chatzidimos Cast: Elena Casablanca Nyamwaya Odul Editor: Smaragda Nitsopoulou Sound engineer: Panagiotis Fyraridis 1st AD: Vassiliki Rouvali Production assistant: Stylianos Manolakakis Music: May Roosevelt

Why does one choose to work in professions that are directly related to death and its rituals? Exploring the historic First Cemetery of Athens, 5 "workers of death" travel us to their unique life and help us put death under control.

"Ubi Sunt" is comprised of material taken from the Internet Archive in order to create an ecumenical family death album. It's part of the "Ars Moriendi" triptych.

“Memento Mori” is the second part of the trilogy “Ars Moriendi”, a video art triptych consisted by videos made out of archival footage. “Memento Mori” consits of archival footage and a rendition of “ Ascesis: The Saviors of God “ by Kazantzakis taken from an audio book for the blind Production year 2017

The third instalment of the "Ars Moriendi" triptych is finalized. In this part, death is masked under the hero facade.

We are never truly alone. We have our memories that create our desires. Desiring means companion. Always needing something, always having a dialogue with a voice. Usually, it's something you miss or can't have. We say we miss the interaction with people, being able to hug and kiss and feel again. Like babies need to be touched to realize their own bodies. We are afraid that we will forget our own drawing lines that separate us from the people around us. Only blueprints of houses define our boundaries now. Square and defined. No agility, no ability to bruise, no forgetting curves. We are afraid that we will become squares from these concrete boundaries. They protect and enslave. But we forget. How we used to miss this protection. How cruel the outer world used to be. We stay at home. Alone. But we are never truly alone.   Stretch Marks (Short Version) D.D.Teoli Jr. by D.D. Teoli Jr. Isolation by Nimheil Man In Search Of Man (Hindi) Home Hottie Home Movie PA 097842 CTV- House and Home Sight Seeing At Home FLACH HOME FILMS 1 by Flach 1960's HOME MOVIES by WHITBY SHORES Survival Under Atomic Attack by U.S. Office of Civil Defense The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet - Night School, Ep 131 Everyday Radioactivity O'FallonTV: Cottages for Cancer Kids - O'Fallon, Missouri VD Epidemic by American Broadcasting Paramount Theaters

Futurity is endless, unpredictable and fluctuant. Until we are three-years-old we do not understand what is tomorrow. For the rest of our lives, tomorrow will be the caliber of our lives. We hold its hand and hope it will fall in love with us. And we rest assured it will be the same warm feeling of boredom that it will bring. But changes are there, like a small hole on a jumper that it will take months to notice. Tomorrow sneaks up on us a little every day. We chose not to pay attention to. Tomorrow is neither evil or divine. Tomorrow it's a humbling equalizer for us. Some have it, some not. Call it luck but it has absolutely nothing to do with humanity. Trees may understand it better.

Our systems of belief are focused on the invisible. Bloody stigmas, flying metal, humans. We gravitate towards the shadows of things. The unknown and all the projections it absorbs. With fear and love, we are guided to live a nonsensical life. Our motives are scarcely benign. When we believe we belong and that makes us feel powerful. It even makes some people powerful. He who controls belief, he shall inherit the earth. Belief lead us to some of the most amazing fiction. Our eyes aren't capable of such glory. And yet, we cannot imagine something that we haven't experienced. That is the great depression of the human mind. We are emprisoned by combinations, endless, but never brand new. All ideas come from the past and all that belief is, is an idea.