It’s impossible to look back at 1985, the year my father died, without feeling a little bitter about our relationship. To his consternation, I became interested in art, classical music, and shooting/editing moving pictures. To my father, these were useless things that didn’t fit into his very practical notion of life. But I am what I am, and I shot what I shot. And I’m still shooting. And I guess I’m still a little bitter. Screening history: European Media Arts Festival, ATA Film Festival, Directors Lounge (Berlin), Milwaukee Underground Film Fest, VIDEOMEDEJA (Serbia), Kassel Documentary Film Festival, Festival Images Contre Nature, Festival WUNDER DER PRÄRIE, Thin Line Documentary Film Festival...

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