In Monya Riachi’s intimate film of her grandmother, we are given few words and many gestures, we are given sounds of the city in which her Teta resides, we are given glimpses inside rooms, and cupboards, and vessels—glimpses inside relations. We sense in watching this film that there is something sliding away from us. It is not meant for our senses, but there is something honourable, and lean, and generous in its being here before us. For a short, calm while we are contained within its embrace, knowing soon, as it should, it will end. In being alive for us, it does not betray itself, but it does say something about our desire to capture one another, in anticipation of being gone from each other forever. - Kate Holford, ‘Ways to Fall’

Part of Short Lapses, Long Rolls 3-person group show