This is a film about watching the person you love while they sleep. When the eyes are closed, the “windows to the soul” are shuttered. There is no self-consciousness; in fact, consciousness is by definition absent. There is a surrender of the body to gravity and blankets and pillows that creates a kind of intimate landscape. The only visual evidence of life is breathing. It is the finest of motions; a slow rising and sinking. It’s the the primordial rhythm of life.
To make the film, I painted multiple watercolors of my wife, who has always been my favorite subject. I already had boxes full of paintings to work from, spanning the length of our marriage. They were all painted in the morning because, with its bright golden luminance, that’s the light I find most suited to watercolor. And we are both always quite happy when she can sleep late.
Cross-dissolving through a series of nearly identical duplicated paintings makes the little differences between the paintings create motion as they slowly morph, shimmering into one another. By controlling and keeping constant the length of the dissolves, I hoped to create the feeling of breathing. Shay Lynch took the same rhythm for inspiration, and wrote a restful, elegant score.
Sources : The New York Times
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