Harry Caul’s review published on Letterboxd:
A haunting, beautiful tone poem on art, society, memory, place, guilt and time. Bookended by spinning paper templates (outdoing some of Wiseman's poetic endings), this one has the audience bound as a mute witness to the slowest and gentlest of redemptions. There are haunting legacy reveals, some meta-film exposition and great footage of both the lives of the residents around Lake Titicaca, and art inspired from their stories.
For fans of We Come As Friends, La Belle Noiseuse, Godard, Wiseman, and flat circles everywhere.