Taking its name from my accompanying text, Breath of a Stone uses the unique landscapes of the Algarve to tell a story of elemental interconnections and sensorial conversations. The remains of trees burnt in wildfires form the shapes of the rocks, waters and plants of the coast; winds blasting across the red cliffs mingle with the breath of a wild keening spirit; a pink chimaera tastes the earth amongst the ancient remains of sea creatures and human bones. The film describes our ecologically disturbed world through the metaphor of personal time (breath) and impersonal time (the wind). We are asked to let go of our political sense of climate change and instead feel our symbioses with the living and the non-living. This is a space to experience the large and small stories of reproduction, consumption, sexuality, communication and death that define our experience of the struggle for ecological harmony.