Totally thrilled to be part of the Musée d’art contemporain de Montréal’s upcoming exhibition devoted to the cultural icon Leonard Cohen. The Offerings, is a room-sized installation where Cohen fans new and old can immerse themselves in the words, ideas and golden voice of our much loved Leonard.
On the day of Donald Trump’s inauguration it can’t hurt to send a little positive energy into the world and remind ourselves of some shared human values. I was happy to contribute to this song of solidarity by friends at Erased Tapes. Love will always trump hate.
I’ve always considered Canada a pretty great place to live but I really found myself falling prey to “seizures of nationalism” (to quote Leonard Cohen) while editing this piece. Beautifully dreamt up and directed by Nathan O’Brien. Happy Birthday Canada.
In recent news: Silent Film Legend F.W. Murnau’s head has been stolen. Not cool, satanists. I have a soft spot for Murnau. Nosferatu provided the horrific backdrop to a particularly debaucherous evening of my adolescence filled with existential questioning and, on a lighter note, Sunrise is one of my favourite films of all times.
In 2011, I had the unique opportunity of spending 3 months in Kassel, Germany as part of an artist’s residency. The idea behind the residency was to produce a work that was somehow about the city. In researching Kassel, I was excited to learn that one of its most famous inhabitants was Murnau who spent some formative years in the city between 1892 and 1907. Known as a daydreamer, a young F.W. apparently passed much of his time exploring his surroundings on foot. I decided to do the same, wandering around Kassel absorbing the sights and sounds that might have inspired a budding filmmaker with big dreams and big nightmares. The resulting piece was Traum_a.
With Murnau on my mind this week, I decided to revisit some of the footage I shot while in Kassel and create the first in a series of audiovisual city postcards. These short pieces will follow a haiku format comprised of 3 phrases (5 syllables, 7 syllables, 5 syllables), but, self-imposed formal restrictions aside, are just an audiovisual snapshot of a place I’ve had the pleasure of exploring with eyes and ears.
Today I got to see the final version of The Little Prince film at a special screening for the Montreal crew. It was the moment we had all been waiting for, and working for. Our fearless leader, director Mark Osborne, gave a heartfelt thank you to us for accompanying him on what was both an exciting and arduous journey to realize this passion project. As the first images appeared onscreen I was holding back tears I wasn’t expecting to happen until much later in the film. Sitting in the dark with the rest of the team, illuminated by something beautiful we had made together; it was a proud moment.
After a red eye, a missed connection and a nearly severed finger, I staggered my way through the winding streets of Lisbon just in time for the screening of Derby & Groma at the Temps d’Images festival. This tired Canadian appreciated the warm welcome Portugal.