The Newborn Chainletter
When I was a little/good girl I’d sit in the backyard which wasn’t much of a backyard because we’re poor & we live in the city and I’d pretend to be Snow White with a sweet singing voice and fair skin and my eyes blazing blue i’d sit in buddha-calm and wait for the squirrels and dusty pigeons and alley-cats and skinny wandering dogs to gather and eat saltines from my outstretched palm…
I feel that the presentation of subjectivity as a piece of art can quite possibly lie at the bottom of what makes an artwork important and why we react to art so strongly, and this is my first attempt at illustrating this idea and discovering what about subjectivity in its presentation, feels narcissistic and what can have a more general universal implications.
This film is a meditation on the role of marriage and divorce within personal identity. Intimate images of familial love and domestic places describe a young couple. But these happy family moments and kissing couples are undermined by the text that describes each character through their divorces.