Documentary Film Month: What Remains of Our Mothers' Loves

Espace Tud ha Bro (médiathèque)

In 1950s France, before the era of independence, my mother, blonde with blue eyes, loved a handsome Senegalese man. He disappeared before I was born. Of him I have only the color of my skin and the hostile or friendly encounters he inspired. It is in this social context that my gaze formed and my imagination fed. 'What remains of our mothers’ loves' is an exploration of this Africanity which is the territory of my identity resistant to any label. A borderless territory carried by images of Brittany, sea, and ships coming in...