Speaking Holes

A quiet, uneasy six-minute chamber piece that creeps under your skin through silence and trespass.

A quiet, introspective short that drifts through one man's restless searching, asking you to sit with his emptiness rather than resolve it.

A hushed, dislocated drift through empty rooms and droning skies, more mood than story, leaving you unsettled and searching.

A strange, dreamlike curiosity that feels like a fable told in a whisper, playful and puzzling in equal measure.

A quiet, uneasy ten minutes spent inside one man's restless head, more mood than story.

A quiet, enclosed short that unfolds slowly in a basement, asking patience as it builds toward a small, private revelation.

A wry, quietly sad little comedy about obsession and the hunger to be noticed, funny and uncomfortable in equal measure.

A quiet, uncomfortable short that sits with a man's despair and finds awkward, uneasy humour in it.

A quiet, wry two-hander between a lonely man and a machine, more contemplative than eventful.

A curious, quietly offbeat short that drifts into fixation, watching a lonely newcomer's plans dissolve into strange, single-minded fascination.

A quiet, fragile half-hour that drifts between two lost people, leaving a lingering ache of loneliness.

A claustrophobic, quietly unsettling chamber piece that makes routine feel like a slow unraveling of a lonely mind.