As a boy I lived with two black cats called Matto and Grosso. Grosso was fat and akin to the bohemian life style – an explorer of life on the couch. Matto was a little crazy and a savage hunter of mice and birds.
In the evenings they used to sit on my parents loft bed, while the light cast a projection of their heads onto the back wall that made them seem like panthers lurking from the shadow realm. It was my first cinematic experience.
The two black cats now live with their panther ancestors in a community of shaman wizards and fierce gold miners in the Amazon jungle, where the god‘s never managed to finish creation. Sometimes I visit them and come back with a new movie. That‘s about it.