A gritty mysterious existential look at the finite nature of life. This brooding almost serial killer pov of the children paints this physical and obstructive,to the viewers comfort, motif of death lurking. As swooning and caring as it is for the children we can feel impending doom grief and pain along with this. Such a juxtaposition to shove among the viewer and yet Brakhage sticks the landing like always, with motherfucking ease. Him and Phil Solomon are just some of my favorite artists ever, they make my heart and mind race with such self reflective fear and wonderment.
A gritty mysterious existential look at the finite nature of life. This brooding almost serial killer pov of the children paints this physical and obstructive,to the viewers comfort, motif of death lurking. As swooning and caring as it is for the children we can feel impending doom grief and pain along with this. Such a juxtaposition to shove among the viewer and yet Brakhage sticks the landing like always, with motherfucking ease. Him and Phil Solomon are just some of my favorite artists ever, they make my heart and mind race with such self reflective fear and wonderment.
