Anna Vasof

How many ways can the human body be divided into two parts? Top and bottom, left and right, up and down… For every part of the body, artist Anna Vasof devises a surprising, witty gag of separation and reversal, executed with seamless digital effects. Then she extends the game to the body’s relationship with mobile phones, pandemic masks – anything with which we interact. As in all her work, Vasof makes the familiar deeply unfamiliar.

Short documentary essay is a goodbye film to director parents' house. As a point of departure for Anna Vasof, a survey of the damage left by a flood in her parents' house reveals a simple yet multi-layered work about memory, loss, and how we deal with the past.

Short documentary essay is a goodbye film to director parents' house. As a point of departure for Anna Vasof, a survey of the damage left by a flood in her parents' house reveals a simple yet multi-layered work about memory, loss, and how we deal with the past.

Short documentary essay is a goodbye film to director parents' house. As a point of departure for Anna Vasof, a survey of the damage left by a flood in her parents' house reveals a simple yet multi-layered work about memory, loss, and how we deal with the past.

In true surrealist fashion, this Amazon woman has become one with the products she may have ordered online, merging with familiar tools around her house.

Everyday objects and movements are employed as cinematographic mechanisms.

Hitting one´s head upon a wall is a worldwide known gesture. Desperate people who do not know what to do next might hit their heads against walls. This is not always literal. It is more often a metaphor for not knowing how to get around a strong sense of frustration. But if we observe this movement as an instrument, a hopeless action begins to transform into an absurd repetition. In the compositions, my head is played as instrument in multiple contradictory locations and creates an audiovisual urban "landscape" of the world.

Hitting one´s head upon a wall is a worldwide known gesture. Desperate people who do not know what to do next might hit their heads against walls. This is not always literal. It is more often a metaphor for not knowing how to get around a strong sense of frustration. But if we observe this movement as an instrument, a hopeless action begins to transform into an absurd repetition. In the compositions, my head is played as instrument in multiple contradictory locations and creates an audiovisual urban "landscape" of the world.

Hitting one´s head upon a wall is a worldwide known gesture. Desperate people who do not know what to do next might hit their heads against walls. This is not always literal. It is more often a metaphor for not knowing how to get around a strong sense of frustration. But if we observe this movement as an instrument, a hopeless action begins to transform into an absurd repetition. In the compositions, my head is played as instrument in multiple contradictory locations and creates an audiovisual urban "landscape" of the world.