A few decades ago, the name of Hans Clemer resurfaced—an "Alemannic" painter who lived between the Middle Ages and the Renaissance, later known as the Master of Elva and court artist of the Marquisate of Saluzzo. The film follows the visionary journey of a Narrator who, through archives, frescoes, encounters, and landscapes, reassembles the fragments of a forgotten story. Not a reconstruction, but a modern fable: Clemer’s painting emerges into the present.. A hypnotic, non-linear narrative that weaves together art and mystery, reality and imagination. A dreamlike film, a poetic investigation into the power of images and the deep human need to listen - and to tell - stories.
A man walks along the margins of history, following the nearly erased trace of a forgotten painter: Hans Clemer. The film is the diary of this journey - both real and inner - made of silences, encounters, and intuitions. The Narrator - solitary, curious, vulnerable - does not seek definitive answers, but lets himself be guided by what the frescoes whisper, by what the light reveals. The places he crosses - Elva, Saluzzo, Provence, Flanders - become stages of a visual pilgrimage. Clemer’s works are not explained, but listened to. Through archives, restorations, fragments of memory, the film composes a portrait of absences, built on pauses and visions, on fleeting faces and passing seasons. A lost retablo. A face that resembles someone. A detail that enchants. Art is not explained - it manifests. This film does not seek answers. It surrenders to mystery, to the deep, ancient human need to hear a voice telling a story. And to remain in listening.
