THE TORONTO BEACHES FILM FESTIVAL 2017
VENICE FILM WEEK 2016
CODEC FESTIVAL MEXICO 2016
An ode to nostalgia and mortality.
Cities Under The Sand is an experimental piece compiled of found film footage inherited from an Italian uncle whom I have never met. The song is also found from a cassette tape recording of my sister Sharon singing and playing piano in our childhood home. I was gifted boxes upon boxes of film canisters and negatives from Frank's widowed wife many years ago. It wasn't until I had the fortunate opportunity whilst working on Roger Waters' Wall Tour to have all 24 hours of film transferred in exchange for it's use in the concert production.
The act of culling hours and hours of footage was a very moving and emotional experience for me. Some of the characters were recognizable family members, but most were fleeting images of complete strangers. Holidays, family gatherings, parades and days at the Jersey Shore were all moments captured by a man whom I have never known, although I have inherited his cinematic and photographic legacy. As a photographer and artist myself, I have been drawn and compelled to document and hold dear the moments from my own life and family. I have heard stories about Frank, how he served in WWII and owned an Italian Hoagie shop in South Philadelphia. How he was madly in love with his wife Connie and was also a bit of a pervert.
I, like my Uncle Frank, am childless and I wonder who will pick up the pieces of my own legacy. Who will find hidden meaning and value of fleeting expressions and images of a life they perhaps will never share.
This piece is about the universal dilemma of mortality and the fear of death. About nostalgia and the fear of being
forgotten in time, the fear of aging and disappearing in front of your own eyes. As I grow older,
I see how the seemingly unending thread of youth begins to unravel. I don't want to age. I don't want to be forgotten. I don't want my art to
be left in obscurity.