An essay I made for Fandor's Keyframe:
Last year, I watched close to forty films about my home, Hawai‘i, and collected what I was seeing into a film, OCCASIONALLY, I SAW GLIMPSES OF HAWAI‘I. When I screened this piece in Hawai‘i, what fascinated me most was the deep nostalgia that some felt while watching these images. As if this piece was analogous to flipping through an old photo album. This was unexpected, and really got me thinking: Who controls our memories?