in the words of the film (notes to Rites of Resistance)

I'm looking for a place. I will bring you words, images, rites and textures printed with light. Over and over again. Until they generate a new meaning.

I desire to be a place where creation thrives: unbound space, expression limited by its own tools, the voice of a mind that accepts contingency. I am a reflection on making handmade cinema, on assuming roles in the universe, on the beautiful nothing of the everyday, on the moments of wonder never captured - but always alive as memory. 

I am a sense of

I only hear screams
barely mutterings.
I am now, I can't return
but I repeat myself
in a renewing movement.

I'm only coherent in you:
through each other we exist - 

I start a phrase for you to finish,
a melody to hum,
a memory to approach.

We are in an interaction gently forced upon you by my primitive machinery - of word, of image, of texture.

To draw you into it, I say it's a conversation.
Of mind and intuition. 
Barely a story to balance on.
With no comfort or solution. 

I am words on screen. I am motion, light, colour.