I woke up this morning with the sense of yesterday, that while I slept something had happened, set course. Something unknown to me had begun to move. It will affect me greatly. Something that in time will reveal itself, with
On Music in Film from A Filmmaker’s Handbook
No other art form is as closely related to memory as music is for me. Music is heard, the new sound is played over and over. It collects all that is going on at the time. Years later when heard,
On Truth from A Filmmaker’s Handbook
The point in film where there is no eraser, an action, something occurs and everything after a result of the moment, the severity of a choice, right after frightens and interests me. Not the moment of the murder, of the
On Time Travel from A Filmmaker’s Handbook
So if tried and trusted are drunk in the corner of the bar and I take off my babushka and walk outside. Ride the donkey to pick the lemons and olives with my father in Kiveri, when I come back,