On birthdays, we look back, celebrate the present, and hope for the future. Ingrid Andree, former actress and grandmother, turns 93 years old. But the spotlight never leaves a former performer. As we drift through the natural melancholy that comes along with celebrating age, she appears to gently drift past the idea of what a birthday means. Somewhere between ritual and theater, we are invited to ask who the performance is really for: ourselves, our loved ones, or the audience of time.

On birthdays, we look back, celebrate the present, and hope for the future. Ingrid Andree, former actress and grandmother, turns 93 years old. But the spotlight never leaves a former performer. As we drift through the natural melancholy that comes along with celebrating age, she appears to gently drift past the idea of what a birthday means. Somewhere between ritual and theater, we are invited to ask who the performance is really for: ourselves, our loved ones, or the audience of time.