Alberte Pagán

Birth : , Galicia, Spain

Movies

Pons minea
Director
A piece included in the series Superfícies II (a continuation of Superfícies I, initiated in 2014), in which Pagán induces a clash of textures and meanings by projecting images onto different surfaces and refilming them. In this case, the Francoist symbology of the Belesar’s reservoir (under which disappeared the old village of Portomarín) is projected onto an ombu tree as a tribute to Antón Alonso Ríos and in memory of Ínhigo Berriochoa.
Lume
Director
In this new installment of the series “Superficies”, an anti-fascist demonstration held in Santiago de Compostela on November 20th, 2007, in homage to the 16-year-old Carlos Palomino, assassinated in Madrid a few days before by a neo-Nazi is projected on roots with live sound.
6x9
Director
Seventy-five 6x9cm portrait photographs bought at Hietalahti's Market in Helsinki presented at a rate of one every seven seconds and a half in a double "soft (filmed) + hard (scanned)" screen version.
Uluru
Director
Images taken with a mini iPad, following the 11km perimeter walk going clockwise and under a temperature which reached 107ºF.
Bs. As.
Director
"Bs.As." is an experimental documentary film that reframes the history of immigration from Galicia (Spain) to Buenos Aires (Argentina). A Galician man's curiosity about his long-lost relatives who immigrated to Buenos Aires takes him on a surreal journey across times and space. Through travel, photographs, letters, and phone calls he explores the unpredictable ways in which immigration creates both bonds and distance between people and places. "Bs.As." received various awards including the Premio Foco Galicia (Tui, 2007).
O caruncho
Director
She liked to explore territories, literatures and arts. She gathered experiences that had left an imprint in her life and in her abode. She got to mistake her life for the objects from every corner of the world that decorated her walls, and for the ones that were product of her creativity that also hung on those walls. Some day I’ll turn all this into my autobiography, she said. But when she decided to start taking inventory the woodworm, which had been working silently for decades, had already eaten up paintings and masks and books. Nothing remained.
A mosca
Director