by TTFF | Sep 4, 2025
Orishas ride the tide. Trees speak in tongues. Flesh and bone, moving with the breath of ancestors and the pull of root systems older than written word. The body leans in. Our breath collective. The land holds us.
by TTFF | Sep 4, 2025
Memory doesn’t always arrive whole, sometimes it’s passed down in sketches, stitches, and scraps of unfinished stories. These films trace artistic legacies through hands, homes, and histories, revealing how creation becomes a form of kinship, showing us us how...
by TTFF | Sep 4, 2025
Memory doesn’t always arrive whole, sometimes it’s passed down in sketches, stitches, and scraps of unfinished stories. These films trace artistic legacies through hands, homes, and histories, revealing how creation becomes a form of kinship, showing us us how...
by TTFF | Sep 4, 2025
Play isn’t an escape – it’s how you fight back, stitch joy into the cracks, and turn survival into style. Skating, bubbling, strutting, remembering, each act a form of improvisation, a claim to space, a refusal to vanish. From carnival queens to shuttered community...
by TTFF | Sep 4, 2025
Play isn’t an escape – it’s how you fight back, stitch joy into the cracks, and turn survival into style. Skating, bubbling, strutting, remembering, each act a form of improvisation, a claim to space, a refusal to vanish. From carnival queens to shuttered community...
