Time and light are synonyms in Guy Sherwin’s films. His short films, like little black-and-white paintings that are also silent, contain bites from everyday life in a highly lyrical tone. If time is to be described in some way, this way is poetic: with no beginning or end, it can pounce at us from any corner. One day is like a drop filling up a container at regular intervals. Another is like a lightning brushing past the keys of a piano or a cloud touching the tousled leaves of a tree. Six brief and mysterious pieces that resemble haikus.