Los Angeles to Seoul is 5973 miles, but the distance of a loved one lost is so much further. When my father was mentally and physically suffering while I was in California and he was across the ocean, I learned that the idea of “grief” is neither simple nor easily dismissed. The feelings of sadness, anger, and guilt – in the face of pressure to “move on,” – get imprinted in the body and in one’s interactions with the world.
A momentary poem made from inner objects, a dream crawling out of a house deep in the forest, and countless insect lights coming up from the ground, this program floats and sinks in luminous mysteries. These mysteries will only be revealed quietly when a beam of light from the projector hits the screen in the dark. A film, a poem, a writer, a secret. (c.h.l.)