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.
‘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.
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 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.
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.
Might the eyes really be a window to the soul? And if so, what then? Filmed in unusual fashion for the early days of Soul Biographies. But now I have come to understand the importance of patience, stillness and unflinching human contact. The film asks if you are able to see beyond your assumptions.
A man moves silently to the far side of a room. To the far side of another man bearing different circumstance. A man with a different look. A man who looks at the very same world differently …
This is unusual. Filmed Fall of 2019. This 30 minutes of footage is pretty much uncut. Insights, admissions and all. It is deeply reflective and revealing of where this work is now to be pointed, and the contrarian nature of life and purpose finding you rather than you heading off to find it.
We won’t have peace until we can both agree,’ said the two fools on either side of an argument. ‘We won’t have peace until the other gives way,’ said each about their foe. But peace could never be had …
As the people railed against the most obvious acts of dark spoken violence, they missed the black mist that encircled the world. A mist that lay as the cause. Veiled and casting blame on each dramatic symptom …