One can be asked what one wants a thousand times, yet the words remain impotent. Unheard amongst the deafening echoes of our modern age. And then one day, the world quiets. And those very same words find their way to the attention of your soul.
I listened to the Members of the Us Community. And to myself. And to the sky above the horizon. And this is what I heard of what we want. Of what this is. Of what ‘Us’ is here for. I wrote it down as a piece entitled ‘I Want This’.
’Perhaps it’s our superiority that keeps us from our own life. And our capacity for humility that leads us to it.’ A film concerning our capacity to see without judgment.
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.’
So many of the things people think they want, they want because they think they can’t have. And as soon as they find out they can have it, the want goes away.’ A film about the nature of spiritual and material wealth. Can the two exist side by side?
Might the causes of poverty lie deeper than just physical need. And might the way out lie with our ability to see ourselves together, as the same.’ An extraordinary and humbling experience. A film about the often missed nature of poverty.
He’s somewhere between thirty and forty. Perhaps fifty. Maybe sixty. He wants to play. Without prescription. He wants to stamp. And to stomp. And to run. And to leap from chair to chair.
Imagine if the mask were to fall from your face. Even if just for a single moment. Might you cause someone to smile? Might you cause someone to feel warmth? A short film shot on Brighton Beach, England back in 2006. My exceedingly early days with a camera.
If I am to be entirely honest you would be a fool not to give this you full and undivided attention for its full and undivided duration. I imagine the experience will contribute in ways you might not be able to place words against. It is a profound wondering about the experience of life, death and cancer.
‘We are a Work in Progress.’ And so lives the perilous myth on which our human existence appears to have built itself. We are not yet enough. There is someone we must become. This life has conditions. This piece is central to the way of all of this. And contrarian, if not dangerous.