A convocation, a gathering. For you, not for me. You have graduated; You return home. May you rest.
You were made for someone, something, but that’s not for us to know.
Could you still feel my love if you were deep in the ground? If I were not looking at you, holding you, kissing you? What is love when it is outside of boxes, melting and spreading, thick and viscous?
An investigation into a maker’s relationship with the objects they make. A breakdown of ego, function, consumption and beauty. Returning them to their mother’s breast.
Filmed by Tony and Cecile Iglesias