Sun 12/04 | 15.00 CLUB 3
The images begin to appear. They show the attempt at a filmic portrait of a Catalan poet, Lala Blay, that I left unfinished 20 years ago.
She reads her poetry in the family home's garden, reflects, waits, sometimes despairs, laughs, and walks through the forest... We can see different corners of the garden, trees, cats, many cats, mountains, shadows, and ghosts. There are also other images with which the images I once filmed keep an affinity: fragments of films, books and poets, painters, paintings… that are still haunting me. There is also music, there is loss… and even some kind of magic.
While the images follow one after the other, I, sitting by the screen, read my text. A monologue... or is it a dialogue? With the images? With the poetry? With the audience? I share why I wanted to film Lala and speculate why I could not achieve it. What does it mean to make images? What if making images were not anything other than recognising them as a place of affection and belonging? A place that we could call home? And what if this bond were broken? This Lovesong is an attempt to return to the images one once loved and belonged to. It is an essay to regain the lost voice and a reflection on the possibility of creating again. It is a film that can only exist if and when I tell it.