As a teenager, I used to take a bus, whose ticket had the inscription "To the Flores Cemetery" as the end of its route. At that time, whenever I saw the ticket, I thought of Charles Baudelaire's "The Flowers of Evil" and of imaginary walks the bus would take me on until I reached the Flores Cemetery. Thirty years later, I found one of those tickets in a box, and it makes me think of finitude and the transient. Film made with Floripondio flowers, Hollyhock and Santa Rita petals, blood, cobwebs, insects found after a storm, mushrooms, onions, and hair on 16mm film.
5 minutes
2024
Paula Pellejero

2022
0.0

2006
5.8

2014
5.2

1976
4.0

2006
0.0

2017
7.3
2019
5.0

2023
0.0

2024
0.0
2023
0.0

2025
6.4

1985
7.3

2004
7.5

2003
6.2

2011
6.8

1979
7.5

2011
6.8

2024
5.9

1976
0.0

2006
0.0