Mixing intimate impressions and experiments in filming the natural environment, My Name is Oona captures in haunting, intensely lyrical images fragments of the coming to consciousness of a child girl. The sound, edited into an expressive rhythmical structure that accompanies the repetitive and cyclical visual structure of the film, plunges the audience into the experience of a child repeating her name, until it becomes a magic incantation, and in between technology and the subject, a tale of femininity and power.