Tag: Courtney Stephens

Courtney Stephens’ Invention moves like smoke curling through rooms of memory: elusive, personal, and strangely ceremonial. It’s less a film than a kind of séance with the archive, gathering fragments of familial detritus—audio reels, feverish patent diagrams, domestic footage—and stitching them into a visual elegy that resists conventional closure. As a narrative, it flirts with…