Hole In The Ground  


Film | 6min | Dartmoor National Park | UK

Written and Directed: Anna Kushnerova

Production: Human Clay Cic

Performance: Kait Dron, Hannah Sneyd, Tallula Bentley, Kate Joyner, Tim Russell, David Lautier, Maite Alonso, Sky Williams,
Ric Hollingbery, Christy Cruft, Miguel Valentini, Raul Bartolome, Anna Kushnerova 

Narration: Anna Kushnerova & Juta Eaton

Sound Edit/ Recording: Anna Kushnerova

Camera: Raúl Bartolomé

Edit: Anna Kushnerova


Hole in the Ground arises from a site-specific ritual gathering in Dartmoor Forest, where participants encircled a more-than-human-sized cavity in the earth to explore descent, burial, and re-formation through movement.

Rendered in a comic-animation aesthetic, the film navigates the body as a site where power is inscribed and contested—marked by censorship, shaped by visible and invisible regimes, and disciplined through mass choreographies.

The work approaches the hole, the landscape, and the performers as co-constitutive forces in an intra-active field, where the natural and the social meet and refract, and where matter and meaning emerge together. Within this entanglement, decomposition becomes a transformative crisis: a dismantling of imposed forms and a composting of what no longer serves life.

The hole is both political and metaphysical threshold, a place where control dissolves into shared agency, and where matter, memory, and gesture enter the slow dreaming of new and unforeseen worlds.



Mama, i dreamt about a hole in the ground

Mama, i remember i filled the hole with flowers and watched them weather


Please allow me to disobey

Disobey to Restore it to metaphysical condition, to reconcile it with the universe.


Please allow to fall in love with irreversibility, with silence, even with terror

Is there power to give and take, where does it reside?


My skins were peeled

The peelings of me entered the chambers of the

Tellurian underground

Every other body wished me well


We make holes to look for childhood hidden in phantom of time

We look for the stars through the holes

We make holes for burial

We make holes seeking out kingdoms of gemstones

We descend into holes to find ruins and bones and calcified forms and water