“From the perspective of the crystal, we assert that things produce their own time, that there is more than one time depending on the diversity and difference of nature’s possibilities”
The Crystalist Manifesto, 1976.
Through a wormhole darkly, a hatch opens. The films in this program are little crystalline germs around which new rituals and coalitions can form. They ponder the mystery of a crystal, its vertigo of opaque and transparent faces, its capacity to graft an infinite new reality, the yet-unseen, a roar of contingency, into the mundane.