In those life experiences of our greatest pain and suffering also comes the greatest love and beauty, and transformation. This is a film about sudden loss, and the experience of telling a young child that her Father had died.
‘… she knew she was going to die anyway, and then she decided that day would be the day. I think it was the loneliest thing I’ve ever seen. She walked past me and laid on the bed and she nodded yes to the Doctor. I can’t find words for what it felt like to be there.’ A film about the last hour of a life.
The Hospice Community at Joseph’s House in Washington DC hold the belief that no one should live, or die alone. Welcome to ‘On the Edge of Life and Death’. It’s the film title, because it is just that.
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.
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.
Living through the protracted experience of dispossession, Jeff Mitchell alongside others has seen a way through the pain of generations. Some in the Klamath Basin have a collective realization that when one truly knows another there is the vast possibility to transform everything.
Carlos Enrique Araujo has experienced perhaps the greatest of all tragedies. Yet he chooses to see the world, and those in it, through a quite unexpected lens. Perhaps it points us to the whereabouts of true wealth.
A Portrait Series that has set out to capture the very human experience of Schizophrenia. Such experience might have something to show us all.
The carer to a partner with a debilitating illness so often carries a vast unseen weight. A weight that can change so much. In the uncontrollable vulnerability of such a journey, one might break wide open. And in such fracture might exist vast questions.
Conflict is universal. I imagine each conflict is reflective of all others. The Klamath Conflict is notorious. I imagine it will reflect shards of your world. If not more. And point to how we might live and work well together.