Film as dream, film as music. No art passes our conscience in the way film does, and goes directly to our feelings, deep down into the dark rooms of our souls.

I could always live in my art but never in my life

I have always had the ability to attach my demons to my chariot.

Only someone who is well prepared has the opportunity to improvise.

I write scripts to serve as skeletons awaiting the flesh and sinew of images.

Then I felt that every inflection of my voice, every word in my mouth, was a lie, a play whose sole purpose was to cover emptiness and boredom. There was only one way I could avoid a state of despair and a breakdown. To be silent. And to reach behind the silence for clarity or at least try to collect the resources that might still be available to me.

I know, of course, that by using film we can bring in other previously unknown worlds, realities beyond reality.