looking for mr. demille

Last home movie for awhile -- promise.

I love the way the light dances around in this clip -- I sliced out a handful of frames and spliced them together into a grid that reads (chronologically) like Mayan hieroglyphs -- two across and then down the column before circling back up to the right.

This Super8 was shot the same year that I was easily amazed by alphabets. Still 5 and clearly the queen of ham.

There’s no sound but if you look close you can almost see the words: “Are you making a movie?” take shape -- and then I move in for my close up.




All this messing around with old movies has made we wonder about the ways we mark time and tell our stories -- to ourselves and to anyone else who will listen.

Our stories are our artifacts -- the objects that give time shape and weight.

Without them -- without stories, without memories -- we face the danger that time may move too quickly and leave us behind too soon.