Sylvia Schedelbauer

Borrowing its title from the memoir of early Japanese suffragette Hiratsuka Raichō, In the Beginning, Woman Was the Sun plunges deep into an oceanic vortex of saturated color and fleeting archival images, conjuring moments from the history of Japanese women’s movements in a headlong montage of bodies in protest, pulsating into abstraction.

An imaginary cassette tape repeats a famous piece of music in self-referential loops.

An expanding feeling, unfolding new inflections—forever different, forever changing.

Gushing colors. A time disjointed, yet synchronous. A transcendent turn, a quest for agency, a reunion with currents of the forest. The very cave you are afraid to enter turns out to be the source of what you are looking for - J. Campbell

Gushing colors. A time disjointed, yet synchronous. A transcendent turn, a quest for agency, a reunion with currents of the forest. The very cave you are afraid to enter turns out to be the source of what you are looking for - J. Campbell

Gushing colors. A time disjointed, yet synchronous. A transcendent turn, a quest for agency, a reunion with currents of the forest. The very cave you are afraid to enter turns out to be the source of what you are looking for - J. Campbell

Gushing colors. A time disjointed, yet synchronous. A transcendent turn, a quest for agency, a reunion with currents of the forest. The very cave you are afraid to enter turns out to be the source of what you are looking for - J. Campbell

Meer der Dünste. Sylvia Schedelbauer's stroboscopic cascade of evocative images conflate landscapes and the human body.

A man in a forest is subject to a flood of impressions; structurally rhythmic waves of images and sounds give form to his introspection.

A layered tone poem of found images and woven soundscapes renders a shifting psychogram; a nomadic passage across spaces in and out of time.

A found-footage montage which combines many types of archival documentary footage with a pseudo-personal narrative, blending various individual recollections with literary texts.

A montage of mid-century found footage.

A woman grows up during the bubble economy in Japan. Why did her parents never speak about the past? Using a box full of photos found in her family archive, the filmmaker tries to construct one version of a family history.