This short film is at once a finished piece and a stepping stone within an ongoing body of work that contemplates what it means to self-consciously face one’s position in the continuity of time. The work employs the contrivance of shadow play to both imply the impermanence of memory and insinuate the necessity of belief in some sort of reality.

Shadows of iconic images drift in and out of focus, overlap, fuse, and separate from each other. The diorama is a tableau of starkness- cut power lines, a skeletal Conestoga wagon, a ladder leaning against a tree that bears no fruit, empty vessels, and a hollow figure. A vignette frames the procession and heightens the theatricality. It becomes a keyhole through which we have voyeuristic access to what might be a snow globe of a fantasy world or the Petri dish beneath a microscope. This scrim separates the viewer from the environment, however the opening inculcates a desire to enter, anticipate and reflect.