Practice The Precept: Find Without Seeking

A Film Is Born In My Head And I Kill It On Paper. It Is Brought Back To Life By The Actors And Then Killed In The Camera. It Is Then Resurrected Into A Third And Final Life In The Editing Room Where The Dismembered Pieces Are Assembled Into Their Finished Form.

The True Is Inimitable, The False Untransformable.

Nothing More Inelegant And Ineffective Than An Art Conceived In Another Art's Form.

A Too-expected Image (cliché) Will Never Seem Right, Even If It Is.

My Movie Is Born First In My Head, Dies On Paper; Is Resuscitated By The Living Persons And Real Objects I Use, Which Are Killed On Film But, Placed In A Certain Order And Projected On To A Screen, Come To Life Again Like Flowers In Water.