As from a teenager, I was growing into an adult, and middle age man, the forms and contents of these films have changed; from home movies to structural reels, from frame by frame animation to fixation frames, feature contents, own little performances, crucial and incidental circumstances, to meditative sights cut through by pure documenting of life.
“Last Super 8 film” is a personal betrayal of a sacred kind, in which cinematic is being reconstituted by deadly reverse embrace of memory and forgetting. Film document recreated from the broken mirror of forgotten identities and vocations. Deep dive into the loss of mental territory that has actually never existed, voyage through the oblivion as homeland of consciousness.