This an ancient trailer sequence of Soul Biographies as they used to be, and in many respects still are.
The Train to Kyoto
Morgan Fisher spent many successful and raucous years playing in major rock bands. He gave it up. And then one day on an express train from Osaka to Kyoto he was hit by the awareness of something so simple. So simple yet so profound that it’s quite possible that he might have missed it altogether.
Through My Eyes
The ability to see through the eyes of another holds the key to empathy, and I mean ‘see’ in its most expansive of definitions. And such empathy exists as a quality that might transform the complexion of everything. This film reveals the experience of a world through the eyes of paranoid schizophrenia.
A film about a profound realization following the life-threatening surgery of a free spirited soul. ‘… there is no other place, there is no other time. There is only now. Don’t hold back, this is it.’
Beyond the Dark
‘It is like a miracle. I’ve got a son back that I thought I’d lost. We’re probably closer now than we’ve ever been but it did start in a difficult place.’ A film of hope and light from a seemingly dark and endless place.
Side By Side
In the complex landscape of Schizophrenia, I imagine Compassionate Care should not be absent. Care that is unconditional. Care that is full of hope and of possibility.
The Midwife’s Tale
Doña Chona seems tired but she isn’t frightened. The frightened you see deep in the eyes of most human beings. A frightened that hides itself well. A frightened that quietly shouts its assumption of isolation, and of loneliness.
A Note From Behind The Camera
From a palpable and utter stillness, it is as if the subject ‘is being spoken’. They are not speaking ‘to’ or ‘at’ the world in expectation of something in return, as is so often the case. Here, there is nowhere to hide. Here there is no need to hide. Here there is the letting go of control. The control that kept us from seeing one another.
The Entrance Hall
I’m in an entrance hall. And I look towards the furthest doorway. I see her. She looks up. And immediately casts her eyes downwards. She assumes that I can see her. I can. But what she believes I can see, she is ashamed of. She doesn’t wish for it to be seen.
The Riddle Of Here
The fascinating thing about riddles is that you can stare at them intently and completely miss their point. And often, a riddle will fool you into the illusion of an understanding. This is a short film about the nature and whereabouts of joy.