“ You ate me right up, you spit me back out, you bit my head right off with your tiny little mouth, I licked the blood from his lips” - The Archer, by Alexandra Savior

Filmed on a journey up north to Port Townsen searching for ourselves in the darkest winter of our lives, we found light in each others reflection and the catharsis of creation. The Character study a girl running to a small town stuck in the past, hoping to find the pieces of herself she left behind to try to please him. This girl was us.