"Phykos" is part of a series of films that explore color and shape in motion from organic elements, focusing on the gaze at minimal fragments of the landscape. This film is crafted using algae, natural dyes, watercolor, and acrylic on 16mm film.

In the mid-1950s, Alberto Greco, a permanent and unclassifiable artist, began a wandering journey that took him from Argentina to Brazil and Europe. He traveled through painting, tango, urban action, poetry, and came to generate a manifesto in which he proclaims that the vitality of art is in the street. Around the year 2000, the artist Paula Pellejero became fascinated with Greco's work and decided to start a documentary.

In the mid-1950s, Alberto Greco, a permanent and unclassifiable artist, began a wandering journey that took him from Argentina to Brazil and Europe. He traveled through painting, tango, urban action, poetry, and came to generate a manifesto in which he proclaims that the vitality of art is in the street. Around the year 2000, the artist Paula Pellejero became fascinated with Greco's work and decided to start a documentary.

Flowers, seeds, turmeric, blood and watercolor on Super 8 film.

Flowers, seeds, turmeric, blood and watercolor on Super 8 film.

Rose petals, azaleas, clivia, magnolias, geraniums, Japanese quince, rosemary, seeds, blood and acrylic on 16 mm film.

Rose petals, azaleas, clivia, magnolias, geraniums, Japanese quince, rosemary, seeds, blood and acrylic on 16 mm film.

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.

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.