by Philip Hoffman
TEXT ON SCREEN (White on Black)
What these ashes wanted, I felt sure,
was not containment but participation.
Not an enclosure of memory,
but the world. ‑ Mark Doty
HOME MOVIE (COLOR) OF A WOMAN (M) AND MAN (P) AT A SCHOOLHOUSE…PLAYING IT UP TO THE CAMERA IN HOME MOVIE STYLE
TEXT ON SCREEN (white on black):
What these ashes wanted
MAN’S HANDS (P) ATTEMPTING TO PUT BROKEN POTTERY BACK TOGETHER – CUT VERY RAPIDLY (COLOR)
HOME MOVIE (SLOWED DOWN) OF A WOMAN (M) WALKING PAST COLUMNS IN FRONT OF EGYPTIAN MONUMENT
SOUND (TELEPHONE ANSWERING MACHINE):
MIKE: Hi Phil, I found this in a book and thought you might like to hear it, hear goes…
When I call up pictures of friends, lost, a terrible ache comes over me, so much so that it has to go away on its own, there isn’t much by way of remedy that I can do. I remember a letter of Henry James where he said that in times of great grief it was important to `go through the motions of life’; and then eventually they would become real again…. I’ve been trying to write myself a poem about those ancient Japanese ceramic cups, rustic in appearance, the property at some point of a holy monk, one of the few possessions he allowed himself. In a later century someone dropped and broke the cup, but it was too precious simply to throw away. So it was repaired not with glue but with a seam of gold solder. And I think our poems are often like that gold solder, repairing the break in what can never be restored perfectly. The gold repair adds a kind of beauty to the cup, making visible part of its history….
(Taken from a portion of a letter from the poet Alfred Corn, Feb 19, 1994 ‑ from Heaven’s Coast by Mark Doty.)
Ok I guess that’s it …see you later…
VISITING NURSE (M) ON DAILY CALLS, SHOT FROM BACK SEAT OF CAR BY (P).
M- It’s almost as if I’m experiencing the stress of the contradiction. A stranger going into someone’s home, touching their bodies and you don’t know what their name is. Going into your private part of your life experiences but you’re body is public property and it’s being treated by the medical profession. That to me is very strange. 253, Christ… (LOOKING FOR HOUSE ADDRESS).
M LEAVES CAR. DOG WALKS ACROSS ROAD. BOY `DIRECTS’ CONCERT ON FRONT PORCH. M RETURNS. DRIVING CONTINUES.
M- You can’t even go to the bathroom there’s just so much junk around. I go into the bathroom, and there’s a pair of poopy underwear soaking in the sink . Where am I going to wash my hands? I kind of run my fingers under the tap and wet them.
M- A camera isn’t human but it performs the same kind of act…. except it’s not working on my physical experience, but on my psychological experience.
P- it’s working on my physical experience.
M LEAVES CAR. M COMES BACK. DRIVING CONTINUES.
M- 57, 57, 74… 57. Bingo. Okay, see you in a minute….bye…(SHE GESTURES AT P BEHIND CAMERA) …Philip kiss me (laugh).
M LEAVES CAR. M RETURNS TO CAR
M- It’s really hard for me to do this. I feel like I have to entertain you. That’s not what I really mean to say.
P- It’s forcing you.
M- I feel like I ‘m not really talking about things that I’d want to talk about, things that I’d want to talk about with you.
P- Yeah, because you are talking to the camera.
P- Well, it’s hard for me, too.
M- Maybe, we should have somebody filming us. Someone
filming you filming me. Why is it hard for you?
P- It’s hard.
M- Because it’s heavy!
M- Oh, Philip, here I am talking about psychological difficulties and you’re talking about physical ones. You’re nuts, you really are nuts. Sometimes I think you are so insensitive, honestly.
P- What I’m saying is I’m concentrating on this which makes me not able to concentrate on what you’re saying or interact…
M- That’s a little different than saying that it’s hard for me because the camera is heavy. It’s a little different, you know? Do you understand the difference?
M LIGHTS UP A SMOKE AND STARES OUT THE FRONT WINDOW
TEXT ON SCREEN (White on Black):
He always thought they would grow old together
PHOTO OF SEASCAPE SEEN FROM A DARK CAVE (GUADALEST, SPAIN)
TEXT ON SCREEN – (black text superimposed on photo seascape):
I found this photograph
which she took 8 years ago
it was in her desk
paperclipped behind this text:
TEXT ON SCREEN – SUPERIMPOSED BELOW CAVE OPENING (white on black):
For the last year I have had this picture hanging before me as I sit at my desk. It has plagued me with its possible meanings. I was convinced that this image held and contained meanings and that if I stared long enough, they would tell me something about events around the time of the picture’s taking. I took this picture on September 24, 1988, in Spain at a castle near Guadalest, a small village located 60 miles inland from Valencia. As I write here now I hold my breath in fear of reawakening a bodily memory of that time. It was a time when I had begun to relax after a period of intense work. Simultaneously, the symptoms I was about to experience over the next ten months began to appear acutely. I began to become intensely aware of how little control we have over our body and its functions, of how frightening it is not to know. I came to experience, once again, the terror – of not being believed and hence, not being able to believe myself. There were many months of darkness and denial until I began to believe myself, to listen and recognise that something extraordinary was taking place in my body. I have since retraced the lessons that taught me the power of naming – more evidence of the logocentric universe we inhabit – and the disadvantage of not being able to describe what is taking place in my own world, in my own body.
Two days ago I awoke, realising that the picture of Guadalest represented the start of an inner process. This process taught me how to begin to interpret the world from the inside out. I see this image as a record of the affective states of that time, of the confusion, the desire to hide, as well as a glimpse at a phenomenal process, that I will attempt to expand through my writing.
CAVE IMAGE CONTINUES
TEXT ON SCREEN – (black text superimposed on photo seascape):
I do not know much about
the actual place where the photo was taken
but that its taking coincided with a severe illness
which we thought she recovered from.
In a state of wellness which marked her last years
she travelled and purged the things she felt
created her illness in the first place.
Lodged somewhere in this darkened surround
lays her afterimage.
If I could brighten up this part of the picture
I might illuminate
the conditions of her death
the mystery of her life
and the reasons why
at the instant of her passage
I felt content with her leaving
a feeling I no longer hold.
M AND P WALKING IN THE SNOW…KISS (COLOR)
HI-CON B&W AND HANDPROCESSED IMAGES
SOUND: MUSIC/SOUNDSCAPE, TELEPHONE MESSAGES DESCRIBING FLOW OF A LIFE:
…and thanks……if you could get in touch with us, and
just wondering how you fellas are getting on, haven’t heard from you in some time, bye for now
its not far out of reach at all….this number is…
This is the culture Lab at Toronto General confirming your appointment for Monday, January 23 at 10:10. If you are unable to attend, please call 310 404-0216… Please remember to bring your Hospital Health Card. Thank-you
…I can offer an alternative situation. If you would like to ring Betty Litkey…. Betty and I’ve worked together in this office, and she’d be able to give you answers to your questions. Thank you so much, good-bye. The time is ten o-clock…in the morning, I’ll try to get you by 1 o’clock this afternoon, and I’ll try again before five.
…Parallelogram, Students Against Censorship, This Ain’t The Rosedale Library, if you could please call me that would be excellent… Just calling to say hi and whether you want to put up posters before the meeting, or…anyway
Okay, see you. Hope you had a good day, bye….
Yeah, Arrow does a little nervous yawn during that, when you give your message… that’s quite nice…Anyway, It’s four o’clock, I’m going into class.
Honey I love you, bye.
Marian. I’m thinking about our paper here alot, and I’m…one of the things we didn’t talk about was… schooling as a site of depravation. Would you mind calling me? Bye.
…looks like you got did rid of the fire alarm…and what are we thinking about…
I was wondering if you come and stay with me, sleep over.
Good-bye, love ya….I survived last Wednesday….tried to phone you, um…
thank you, can you come in Friday? 10 am tomorrow. That’s Friday…
…your application seems to have gone awry, I tried to call you at half past ten this morning, don’t know whether your bringing it back or whether… I’ve been trying to get a hold of your lawyer, he’s not there. He’s in Palmerston, so I don’t know if you set up anything with him….I’m at the office… here in Flesherton… I’ve been across to Mt Forest and the offer is now with the vendors, so I’ll get in touch with you tomorrow and let you know how it goes.
I got your name and want to organize some kind of benefit for Danica House, if you could give me a call back, I would really appreciate that.
Hello? Hello, hello this is Denise…Oh hi, hi Denise
I’m calling to say your drum is ready…Hi….
I felt like I… I hung on to your stone very tightly. ..Oh, good.
I felt like I… I talked to my mother in ways that I wanted to….
It’s Saturday night and I just remembered that you said you’d be in Toronto. Just called to say…
…my blood test is back, so give me a call, bye…ok. Love you both, bye now, happy new year.
The short message is…it’s a girl! Talk to you later
…Done…we’re $84.00 over-budget that’s about … the bill is five hundred…
…calling from London, it’s about the article for Feminist Review
I wondered if you got my letter….thought you’d be able to do the changes in time for this issue? Just wondering how you’re getting on?
He’s not here, can I take a message?
Is this Mrs. or…?
No, there is no Mrs. Hoffman.
Are you a daughter or….
Hi, it’s me, um
Phil…Phil…it’s a girl …we’re so happy…
..whatever is convenient. take care, bye, bye
I love you, bye
I got your card from Amsterdam … it’s a riot
had a great time … come to your place… I want to talk to you, I’d love…
I should be passing through Toronto with a bloody quick transfer … arriving from Halifax at Pearson Airport at 12…Heathrow at…1700 hours….
What are you doing tomorrow night? I thought I’d make dinner
…Is acceptable… well, it has been widely unacceptable in the academy
…I might go…I wanted to speak with you about the proposal.
we haven’t got any wood …. you know…
yeah… well, my mother…..
it’s me again
drive me to the show
I don’t know what else to say…but I want to you to be home
…okay, hope you had a good day, bye, bye
COLOR IMAGES IN GARDEN AND AROUND STONE HOUSE
Hello. Will you please call Wilma Rouse at 323-3429. I still have a blouse here that I don’t know what to do with. Thank you.
…Oh, Good…Its hard to…. Its really hard to…Its about 3:34, and um…
Are you there? I was wondering where you were? It’s me…
I won a competition…and
I don’t know where you’re going to be. Anyway, I’ll call you
… Here’s a very short message from a really long way away…. I just called to say that I miss you, and I wanted to hear your voice, but I didn’t hear much of it… ok, bye.
I’ll call again… I’ll talk to you later on tonight. I think I’ll call you later tonight, ok? Bye.
I don’t know what else to say?
…but I want you to be home.
I hope you’re well…
I keep trying to get a hold…
I was wondering where you were?
How did it go?
It went, it went well.
…Or give me a call before…. I’m making dinner.
People said things to one another…like they hadn’t done before…
….I just called to say thanks for the weekend…..
…a nice tropical island….
LADYBUG MOVES SLOWLY ACROSS LEAF OF PLANT
IN SLOW MOTION (B&W HI-CON FILM) WOMAN (M) DANCES PLAYFULLY… OFF IN THE DISTANCE SPINNING AND LAUGHING DISSIPATING INTO THE SNOW… CLEAR WHITE SCREEN…DUST
LADYBUGS CRAWL AROUND HEART-SHAPED PENDANT, AND STONES.
CHILD’S HANDS MAKE SHADOWPLAY IN WARM MORNING LIGHT
YOUNG GIRLS TALK:
m-we have all different kinds…one we found was black with yellow spots…
j-last summer were there as much ladybugs as those flies…
m-they were crawling all over the window sills…
j-and I accidentally killed it…
m-they’re all flipped over right now…
SILOUETTE OF M ON HOSPITAL CURTAIN
M- …if you could have a ritual for death what would it be…and would it be private or shared.
P-…I think it would be shared
CAMERA TILTS TO MARIAN’S EYES…THEN TO THE LIGHT
TEXT ON SCREEN (white on black):
FAST MOVING IMAGES FROM CANADA, EGYPT, ENGLAND, RUSSIA, AUSTRALIA. EVERYDAY HOME IMAGES, SNOW & STREET SCENES.MUSICAL WOVEN SOUNDSCAPE OF POPULAR SONGS, PROCESSED SOUNDS, AND VOICES OF DIFFERENT LANGUAGES.
P- Ladybugs. They hung together like bees on honeycomb, attached to the ceiling in the hallway adjoining your room. Eventually the spread themselves through every corner of the house, as if trying to replace your presence…. I followed them closely.
FAST MOVING IMAGES AND SOUNDSCAPE CONTINUES
M- (faintly) I dreamt that…I dreamt that we decided to go back to Canada…and when I came back everything had changed, but it was still familiar…mostly I remember walking through the snow with you Phil…
FAST MOVING IMAGES AND SOUNDSCAPE CONTINUES
M- (faintly) there’s no way any of these hotel employees would ask us what we are doing because it looks like we belong…..I’m not sure how to figure all this out…..
P- Not long before you died, death scenes crept into my life. We watched a course of events that cast me as witness, each encounter making death less strange. I wondered why this was happening.
EGYPT. M IS IN FRONT OF QUEEN HATCHEPSUT’S TEMPLE
P- This is the footage we shot in the Valley of the Kings, at the Great Temple of Amun, at Horus Chapel, and at the Mortuary Temple of Queen Hatchepsut. These are sacred sites and visitors are asked not to photograph on the inside. We followed this request and photograph them from the outside.
She films the broken bodies strewn on the ground, and the scratched out figure of Queen Hatchepsut, the female Pharaoh who reigned for more than 20 years. We listen to the tour guide’s version of history: Theology dictated that in order for the spirit or soul to live forever, the body, the image, or at least the name of the deceased must survive on earth. After Hatchepsut’s death a campaign was mounted against this unconventional female king whereby her name
and image were defiled, and she was physically removed from the Pharaoh lists, written out of Egyptian history. In the 19th century with the decipherment of hieroglyphics pieces of her story gradually came to light and her memory was reconstituted, but her body had been removed in antiquity and her royal tomb lays empty to this day.
M TALKS TO CAMERA IN FRONT OF PALM TREES
M-I don’t really want to say anything while you’re recording. Are you testing it out now. There is no way that any of these hotel employees would come and ask us what we were doing here because we look like we belong, sort of.
M-Well, because we’re white, because we have blue eyes, because we dress the way we are. Because we just look entitled in some ways. I’m not sure how to figure this out. It doesn’t fit into the categories I have to understand money and wealth and things like that. It’s just confusing.
M IS IN FRONT OF QUEEN HATCHEPSUT’S TEMPLE
P-By late afternoon on this, the first day of filming, the zoom barrel on the camera jammed. By early evening the trigger seized up and the camera became non‑operative.
Upon returning home I was anxious to see how the footage we shot in Egypt turned out. I telephoned the printer in Montreal to see if the optical work was ready. Carrick had done printing for me before and I found his work to be flawless. His wife answered the phone and she went to get him, but soon I realized there was something going on at the other end of the line. There was panic in the woman’s far off voice, and she didn’t come back to the phone so I hung up. That evening I called to see what had happened. Carrick’s wife answered and told me that he had a heart attack and passed away.
FARM BUILDINGS. CANADA. DUSK. CLOUDS PASS QUICKLY.
MUSEUM OF MOVING IMAGES. LONDON. FAST MOVING IMAGES.
P- I spent about 2 hours shooting this footage in the Museum of Moving Images in London, where, in just a very short visit you can witness what is recognized as the whole history of cinema. Blurry eyed I left the museum and got onto the bridge to cross the Thames. When I was about 1/3 across the river, a man, looked me in the eye, hopped up on the railing and jumped into the cold February water. Down through the grill of the bridge I could see his head under water and his arms limp, and he didn’t make any attempt to find the surface. A business man approached and asked if what he saw was the same thing I saw and then a woman, running from the middle of the bridge shouted that she would go to the south end to get help. Running all the way to the north end I met a police women and I asked her to radio in the tragedy…. then I saw two policemen approaching the river who told me that the report had already come in, and that a pleasure boat had picked the man up ‑ he was in the boat. They took my name and number. I would be called as a witness if the man died…. Later in the afternoon an officer left me a note at the place where I was staying: `the chap that jumped into the river is alright’ .
STILL PHOTOS OF WATERLOO BRIDGE. LONDON.
CHILD’S FINGERS AND LIGHT CARESS CRAWLING LADYBUGS
FAST MOVING IMAGES. HELSINKI, FINLAND. RUSSIAN MARKET & PHOTO EXHIBIT.
P-Sami and I hurried to catch the 8am train to Pori at the Helsinki train depot. We were travelling to the west side of Finland to present a program of Canadian and Finnish films in a small port town. While we waited for the train to leave we noticed that an elderly man behind us was in some despair. His wife was trying to find something in his pocket, perhaps his medication ‑ he was a very big man and was breathing heavily. After a few minutes a train attendant arrived and asked the woman a few questions as the old man sat shaking.
As the attendant made his way down the aisle to stop the train from leaving and call an ambulance, gears engaged and we slowly pulled away from the Helsinkistation ..it would take 7 minutes to get to the next station. The passengers returned to reading their papers, occasionally they peeked overtop the print to check the man’s condition…. eventually a voice in Finnish came onto the overhead speakers, presumably to request a doctor for the sick man. Sami said that the announcement stated that a lunch cart will soon be arriving with refreshments and sandwiches. We got up to give the woman some comfort but her attention was on her husband who was passing away before her eyes. Soon we arrived at Passila station and paramedics boarded the train, walked to where the old man lay slumped, and asked the woman a few questions. They quickly dragged his enormous body down the narrow aisle, and laid him by the door of the train. Samiwent back to find out what had happened. The man had a heart attack and was dead. As the train pulled away from the station, we watched through the window. As the train pulled away from the station, we watched through the window. The man was hoisted into the ambulance and the doors shut.
SNOW SCENES. M AND P ON A WINTER WALK. SHADOWS IN THE SNOW.
KIDS SKATING IN SUNSHINE.
NURSE REPORT (audio): The lung biopsy itself can lead to some collapse of the lung…this is often seen after these types of procedures, and the person is short of breath for awhile, but this does tend to resolve after a few days or so…
BREAKING WAVE IN SUPER-SLOW MOTION
TEXT SUPERIMPOSED ON WAVE:
invade the living room
every story is ours
MUSIC: One is the loneliest number that you ever have. Two can be as bad as one it’s the loneliest number since the number one…..
` BAYWATCH’ SOAP OPERA. MAN WAITS BY WOMAN, SLEEPING IN HOSPITAL BED. HE KISSES HER. MAN CARRIES WOMAN TO BEACH.
NURSE REPORT (audio over above images): We know that the disease was extensive on x-rays as well as on the biopsy that they did…they also did echo-cardiogram. Which showed that there was fluid around the chest….around the heart area as well. Our assumption tonight is that this may have re-accumulated. We did draw back some fluid from the pericardia area. Now the echo-cardiogram showed that she did have some dysfunction of the right side of her heart and this may have been secondary to the ongoing lung problems that she was having. Over the past couple of days it seemed that she was having more and more shortness of breath….a couple reasons……
TEXT ON SCREEN (white on black):
STILL PHOTO OF GRAMPA IN CASKET
P-Grampa died when I was in the midst of making my 1st film. As the family photographer I was asked to photograph him in the casket. I arrived before thegrievers, my uncle greeted me and showed me into the room. It was as if I was on an industrial photo assignment to film living rooms or something. When I saw him he really didn’t look like himself yet I knew that what I was doing was important for some of the family. I took 6 shots and left. So shocked with what I had done, I put the film into the freezer and left it there for almost a decade. I often wondered why my uncle never asked me for the photographs, as if the act of organizing the filming was all that was necessary. Years later I developed the film.
BRIGHT ROAD SHOTS (B&W HI-CON)
P-(softly) …17’s the number…1 + 7 is 8 …7 is doing, 8 is infinity…17’s the number….she was born on May 17 and died on November 17…(continues faintly under following narration)
P- My first encounter with death happened when I was 8. We visited Grampa’s brother, uncle Hans. He was my Godfather and I remember him from the smoke filled card games Grampa had in the rec-room where wine flowed like water and German music blared amidst the hollering. Uncle Hans had lung cancer, I was told, because he smoked. Mom took us up to the hospital and with sunshine streaming in I heard for the first time the death gargle.
P-(softly)…my dad was born April 17, my uncle was born on April 17 and my grandfather was born on April 17……my sisters were born on June 17…..1 is 1…7 is for doing and 8 is infinity…my seat on the plane was 17…(continues)
P- Aunt Katie was the widow of Uncle Hans. Every Christmas I would visit her, 1st with mom, and later on my own. She spoke little English and I spoke little German but we spoke. She was happy that I was working in film and television: ` Just the other day the TV repair man charged her a bundle for only a short visit’, so she was assured that I had chosen a lucrative career. On my last visit she complained about a nagging backache, and whispered to herself `time goes’, over and over `time goes’….A call came from my uncle in the summer, asking if I could help move Aunt Katie’s things. When I asked if she was moving he told me that she had died 3 months ago.
P-(softly) My sisters were born on June 17th, in 1953…after spreading her ashes in England, Finland and Spain, my seat number was 18… my dad was born April 17, my uncle was born on April 17 and my grandfather was born on April 17…(continues)
P- My mother carried her first pregnancy 9 months but the foetus was born dead. Apparently the doctor new that the foetus was not living weeks before the delivery, but they didn’t want to upset my mother with this terrible news. My parents had already named him Phillip after my father and grandfather. They buried him at the family plot but the priest refused to partake in the ceremony and bless the grave claiming that the foetus was born dead, and therefore the spirit had already left for limbo. My father still sites this event as the reason he stopped going to church on a regular basis. After the triplets were born my mother got pregnant again and had me. I remember sitting on grampa’s knee as he proclaimed that Phillip the third would take over the family business, but I think he really meant Phillip the fourth.
HEALTH CARE CUTS PROTESTERS IN TORONTO. DRUMMING. CHANTING.
RADIO ANNOUNCER 1 (audio)- …and really that is all of it, because other then protest areas all the other major routes lighter than usual, in town we are running accident free. Help change the problems and challenges and headaches of running a business, into profits. Call AT&T Accounting Systems…
RADIO ANNOUNCER 2 (audio)- We’re just at elm Street now where a group of probably several hundred Health Care Workers are protesting outside of heQueen Elizabeth Hospital. They’ve just marched up from Front Street, they were a couple hundred when they started, other protestors have joined in, other people besides Health Care Workers, people on bicycles…
M IN FRONT OF DESK, IN STUDY. CAMERA MOVES TO WINDOW. (B&W)
P- autumn came this year in strange colours
your breath was short
a cough persisted through November
what used to go away didn’t
STILL PHOTO OF HANDS. FOOD. (B&W)
a word that stayed carefully off
your list of possible causes
arose out of your 3 hour a night sleeps
when the doctor said it might be cancer
and you should prepare yourself for surgery
you asked me to take you to the beach
TEXT ON SCREEN (white on black):
The sadness comes and goes
like when there are fast moving clouds
covering and uncovering the sun
as it makes its way across the sky
P- your coat covers the strapped‑in cardiograph machine
we sneak out of the hospital into the night
a dome of clouds circled above
the water was black and rippling
STILL PHOTO OF BEACH AT NIGHT (B&W)
P- you skipped a stone
and I took this picture
STILL PHOTOS, HOSPITAL (B&W)
DOCTOR (faintly)- she’s in the recovery room…..all the changes in her lungs are cancerous….it appears….
STILL PHOTOS OF SANTA CLAUS PARADE (B&W)
P- On the third day after the operation
your breathing got worst
We watched your decline
as the Santa Claus parade
marched by your window
A- He wanted to know what we expected, and I that they find out what was wrong,
because there was no explanation of why she was deteriorating. I really don’t remember what I said but he said there’s 70 patients on this floor that we are responsible for….
MOVING SLOWLY PAST HOSPITAL (B&W)
PROTEST MARCH (B&W)
A- I felt that the nurses were there..I felt that they were very good at co-operating around her care. I think Marian was relieved to have it over and, veryconnected with people.
FARMHOUSE HALLWAY, SUNLIGHT DISSIPATES (pixillation)
A- Letting herself just be cared for, so Philomene started to rub her feet with lotion and she just said it felt so good..and she washed her face with a hot wash cloth and she just loved…..
CLOSEUP OF HANDS PACKING AWAY HER BELONGINGS.
MANY LADYBUGS CRAWLING ON WINDOW
TEXT ON SCREEN (black text supered over window):
the night we had our last walk
she wrote these words
TEXT ON SCREEN (white on black):
We come together ‑ separate
cry and look wide‑eyed bewildered …
I want to be near the water
We bundle up and leave the hospital for the beach
Beautiful clear crisp blue skied night
we mourn together
laughing at intervals
clinging madly to some sense of life
The open sky ‑ water makes me feel
part of something immeasurable
larger than me
and it is consoling
STILL PHOTOS OF M’S ROOM: BAGS, LILIES, WRITING, FAMILY PHOTOS,
DESK, CD (P.J. HARVEY), PHOTO OF M’S GRANDMOTHER
TEXT ON SCREEN (white on black – end credits):
A self to which it would be
worth her while to be true
May 17, 1954 – November 17, 1996
conceptual development & editing
music composed & performmed by
sound mix by
Tim Muirhead & Teresa Morrow
titles & assistance in optical printing
assistant picture editing
kind assistance along the way
Sue and Phil Hoffman
Sami van Ingen
Graduate Programme in
Film & Video, York University
Media Arts Department
Liaison of Independent Filmmakers
of Toronto (LIFT)
produced with the assistance of
The Canada Council
Philip Hoffman 2001