Director’s Statement:

When I went home for a visit during the COVID crisis, I discovered a drawer full of drawings, paintings and pieces I had written at the age of sixteen. I realized that if I died and my family found these materials in the drawer, they would, through the artwork, have a pretty good snapshot of exactly what I was thinking and feeling at that age. So I asked myself, what would the snapshot look like now, what’s going on in my head ten years later? I tried to do exactly the same here in this film—give you a peep inside my head. At the same pace in which I think, and with the same visual rhythms.

Before I started work on this film I was in a difficult place, undergoing what I saw as a kind of creative death, an inability to paint and write spontaneously and freely. Every time I tried to create it felt contrived, artificial. At night I was hounded by frightening thoughts and bad dreams. Yet as soon as I started working on this project, something changed. The film became a therapy.

Just as the film has no conclusion, I too have no “conclusions” about making this film. Dreams and thoughts too, have no real end point. But I’ve learned a lot, particularly from how others respond to how I am reflected in my film.