"I never let you down world, but you did lousy things to me."
Mekas decodes the fuzzy, undefinable static that transmits throughout the twisted and tightly wrapped cocoon of his consciousness, and in doing so creates a truly definite, yet universal examination of the despair of human life. His monotonous musings perpetuate throughout, haunting the images they overlay. Lost and confounded, much like the rest of us (only perhaps feeling this more strongly), Mekas translates his cosmic dissonance onto strips of celluloid in an attempt to climb out of, as he puts it, the Dantian forrest, so that he can find a reason for being. His intentions are admirable, and his output is much needed in the world.
Mekas decodes the fuzzy, undefinable static that transmits throughout the twisted and tightly wrapped cocoon of his consciousness, and in doing so creates a truly definite, yet universal examination of the despair of human life. His monotonous musings perpetuate throughout, haunting the images they overlay. Lost and confounded, much like the rest of us (only perhaps feeling this more strongly), Mekas translates his cosmic dissonance onto strips of celluloid in an attempt to climb out of, as he puts it, the Dantian forrest, so that he can find a reason for being. His intentions are admirable, and his output is much needed in the world.
