The Island Man
I knew you, but I didn't know you. Our orbits drew close every now and then and I caught a glimpse of my own face, older and shriveled, with oxygen tubes drawn like whiskers. More often, we met in the flicker of your home movies on my living room wall, slipping through time my mom tried to forget.
A film about memory, loss, and being caught between two homes.
2018, HD video/16mm/8mm, 21 min