Kaia and Camelia believe that resting is a waste of time. After observing that growing up means sleeping more and more, they wonder what would happen if they stayed awake forever. They put it to the test on a night of vigil, during which they will try to fight tiredness while waiting for the sunrise.

Two young brothers move into a new house with their parents. Very quickly, the younger one notices that something is not right in this seemingly ordinary daily life.

After a few years of absence, Vincent resurfaces in the life of his ten-year-old son, whose mother is nearing the end of her life. Using play to overcome the discomfort of being alone with each other, they learn to understand each other one step at a time.

On Postindian Survivance is an experimental clip/short film built upon the work of emerging artist and sonic warrior Emcee Sioui. It is but a work of art refusing settler colonial representation politics yet espousing relationality as its core tenet.

During a summer in their chosen Haute-Gaspésie, Rosie-Roch confides in us about their complex relationship with their body and the recent unfolding of their identity.

Filmed in black and white, Backxwash performs on a stripped-back stage alongside a single dancer, closing a visual trilogy and setting the tone for what comes next.
From the album Only Dust Remains, self-released by Ugly Hag Records, March 28, 2025.

In awe of the ostriches, a sparrow wants to be just like them. By hitting the gym, following make-up tutorials and paying several visits to the neck stretching studio, the little bird comes very close to achieving its goal.

Flowers shimmer along a 16 mm strip, just before or just after the flames. You can hear them lamenting, screaming, and resisting. In response to this shrillness, an explosion of light bursts from a black petal.

On the Pow-Wow trail in Quebec, Aïcha Bastien-N’Diaye dances to reconnect with herself, her lineage, and her community. Of Wendat, Guinean, and Québécois descent, she moves through ceremony and collective memory, guided by rhythm and land.

OUSHATA’ means smoke in Wendat, and is the root of oushata’ ïohtih — brown, like smoke — echoing both the dancer’s skin and the stories held in her body.