A child mirrors the struggles of adults, who grapple daily with the relentless demands of an unyielding, faceless system. My Blood Orange is a searing meditation on violence, its cyclical nature, and the fragility of innocence. Through the poignant metaphor of an orange—an unassuming symbol of vitality and natural beauty—I’ve tried to draw a visceral connection between purity and brutality. The transformation of something so wholesome into a vessel for blood and violence captures the unsettling truth of how human emotions can decay into destructive impulses.

Set against the sun-dappled backdrop of Castellón, Spain, a village nestled in Valencia's orange-growing heartland, the setting itself becomes a character. The lush groves and tranquil scenery belie the underlying tension, amplifying the film's thematic contrasts. Here, the oranges are more than fruit; they are a canvas, stained with the story of how innocence is ruptured, leaving behind the red residue of humanity's darker instincts.

I would like to think that my lens captures not only the beauty of the region but also the latent unease, transforming the idyllic landscape into a stage where history, violence, and nature intersect. A child’s journey through this landscape mirrors the dissonance between adult struggles and the yearning for simplicity, making their experiences a prism through which the harsh realities of human existence are refracted. It's a work that lingers, asking us to reflect not just on the cycles of violence we perpetuate, but also on the delicate, fleeting moments of purity we too often destroy.