PLOT
Teetering toward the end of the invisible string that once wound them tightly together, two distant lovers find themselves inside a vegetable garden. Set against the Australian landscape, Thea and Felix spend the afternoon in silence with dirty nails and sun-kissed cheeks. Thea can feel something is different, her anxiety causing momentum to unwanted thoughts and a palpable sense of uncertainty. Felix, in all his security, tends to the garden with ease but lacks the foresight to recognise what is at play. It is a poetic frame of impermanence, vibrancy and a flutter of evening light.