Dear Kim,

I like the way your films are addressed to time itself. I think you are filming some of the things St. Augustine probably thought about time but didn't say in his memorable thoughts on the "subjectless subject" (we call time).

I think you film the iffy thoughts that fell between the beautiful paradoxes one can make of time in language. If one is St. Augustine. Or that ilk.

The empty spaces seem to be waiting in your films for the human body, but with a patience that becomes palpable only when we stare directly at it.

How can eyes make something palpable?

Maybe they are lying.

This is frightening.

I love the way you show the essential communication of the artist, which is ultimately with the gradient of noise that doesn't fit--visual noise, the subaudient, the human peripheral bits and tangencies--like a piece of clothing hanging on a line...in a breeze...more than half a shadow...

The way the errant rays of sun made your glass sparkle was not calculated but uncalculatable and necessary to something.

What is that something?

Were the rays errant?

What else is errant?

What is that something?

Some body is present among many bodies and it is listening to the stream of noise which is masquerading as time.

The body is scrutinizing the pitch and density and timbre which could be thought itself.

If we called it that.

Dear Kim, I love the way you believe solitude is an instrument.

Solitude is an instrument and not a sentence.

This film is not about sentences but the sentenced.

I like your film very much.

Thank you for being it and not making it.

I think that's much harder to do.

Than being a filmmaker, I mean.

Which is a decent thing to be.

But I prefer what you do more.

I think Ozu had that gift of solitude also.

I am afraid of October.

I am afraid of what's here.

Now.

I am happiest when I forget I exist.

Because I can sometimes...I think that's why I believe in God and welcome God.

There's always an out in every system.

Even in mathematics. Even in language.

A sweet spot.

A bliss.

Tongues can't forget but the rest of the body can.

xo