One has to manage alone as best one can. (Karin Bergman)

First, I write down all I know about the story, at length and in detail. Then I sink the iceberg and let some of it float up just a little.

When you die, you are extinguished. From being you will be transformed to non-being. A god does not necessarily dwell among our capricious atoms.

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

To feel. To trust the feeling. I long for that

I supply my own angels and demons. I exist on a stony beach, which lowers itself in waves toward a protective ocean. A dog barks; a child cries; the day sinks and becomes night. You can never scare me. No human being will be able to scare me ever again. I have a prayer that I repeat to myself in absolute stillness: May a wind come to stir up the ocean and the stifling twilight. May a bird come from water out there and explode the silence with its call.

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