And I Was Left Behind

Through the words of a grandmother, the memories of her sewing machine, the children’s songs, and the drawings on the wall, the filmmaker reenacts an ode where she becomes her child self and her grandmother at the same time. The foremothers’ songs and the colorful fabrics weave the stories of distance, longing, and loss. Through the words of a grandmother, the memories of her sewing machine, the children’s songs, and the drawings on the wall, the filmmaker reenacts an ode where she becomes her child self and her grandmother at the same time. The foremothers’ songs and the colorful fabrics weave the stories of distance, longing, and loss. Through the words of a grandmother, the memories of her sewing machine, the children’s songs, and the drawings on the wall, the filmmaker reenacts an ode where she becomes her child self and her grandmother at the same time. The foremothers’ songs and the colorful fabrics weave the stories of distance, longing, and loss. Through the words of a grandmother, the memories of her sewing machine, the children’s songs, and the drawings on the wall, the filmmaker reenacts an ode where she becomes her child self and her grandmother at the same time. The foremothers’ songs and the colorful fabrics weave the stories of distance, longing, and loss.