The camera records walls, angles and the shadows they cast. Birdshit on a window, crumpled sheets and corners of the room are seen in wide, medium and extreme close-up. The film moves from light to dark, from sheets to shadows. It comes so quickly like a ball pencil dot in the end of the sentence. It shoots like a pistol into vein and to the heart.
Point is something within has just ended.
That s it. Twig emerged from a condition of poverty below which there could be very little filmmaking. Outdated film, hand processed in short lengths, printed by sandwiching picture and stock in the sprocket of a synchronizer mounted over a light bulb, print also developed in short hunks. The nominal subjects were ink drawings photographed with a borrowed camera, spray paint on film, found objects contact printed. The lab sessions were interrupted by long days bent over the Griswald splicer, organizing frame by frame, making new arrangements to be combined in printing.