courage | clarity | creativity
After decades of carefree international air travel, I decided to turn my focus to this process that has shaped me and our world so profoundly. Months of research, editing and script writing resulted in a 1 hour documentary, film essay. The film premiered inside the fuselage of a WW2 bomber where the music made the aluminium vibrate. But the episodic film works even as a more conventional film experience. It's a visual love letter to a world that no longer exists and a mournful reckoning with what we've done to our beautiful world.
tourism is to the world what cancer is to the body, a growth out of control, using natural elements to make unnatural passage, creating death out of life, sucking blood as it kills it’s host. all the while, the soldiers of its army disgorge themselves upon the pristine corridors of earth as yet unscorched, eating everything in their path, leaving a wake of destruction echoing with the glee of their hungry journeys. tourism kills as certainly as bombs, but the pleasures of tourism blind us to its consequences as surely as an orgasm at the hand of some cheap hooker in bangkok obscures the girl’s age or destitution, and our own culpability in the degradation of her life.
