In this deliberately jarring visual counterpoint to Anna Mabo’s intimate vocal delivery, the music video stages a poetic rupture—where tenderness meets brutality in an unflinching visual essay. Set against the stark beauty of the Pongau Alps, the piece explores the fragile membrane between idyll and abyss, where the traditional Heimatfilm genre is dismantled and reassembled with disturbing honesty.
Directed and edited by me, the video is a cinematic friction zone: a space where beauty becomes complicit in violence, and where masculinity is not so much performed as it is unravelled. The familiar becomes uncanny, the comforting becomes cruel. Featuring Sepp Schellhorn and Thomas Schrenk, the narrative doesn’t so much unfold as it teeters—on a literal and metaphorical ridge—between being and unbeing.
Here, “home” is no longer a place of safety, but of raw coexistence—of man, woman, animal, and nature—bound by their mutual vulnerability and absurd perseverance. It’s not a celebration. It’s a quiet, haunted hymn to the fact that you are not particularly beautiful, not especially clever, not even truly gifted—but you have time. And sometimes, time is all there is.