FILM

“One continuous, intimate shot from within the commune. Morning Star, north of San Francisco, where I made Castro Street and where I lived among friends for a time while sleeping in the woods under a special tree with my dog, Mama, under an old tarp. The film manages, I think, to suggest how light itself is movement, how color is movement, and how the combined play of light and color reveal that this tableau represents not only a single reality but 24 realities per second. Being is seen as transitory; everything is in the infinite process of becoming.” – B.B.