A 7-minute fever dream that'll haunt your eyelids for days.
Upon liminal spheres where dreams are woven, Adrift between stars and the trees, I pass closer to the golden dawn. There’s a warmth beyond the shadow. I feel the aurum under my eyelids, And I hope the birds will sing. Oh, I hope I will hear the birds sing... Perhaps a knowledge that never comes. for David Robert Jones (8th January 1947 - January 10th 2016)
Cinematography
Every frame looks painted with moonlight and regret.
Sound
Audio design that crawls inside your skull.
Director
Scott Barley
Trivia, insights & behind the scenes
Released days after David Bowie's death, it's part of a wave of micro-budget memorial films that rejected documentary for pure sensation.
Barley belongs to the 'slow cinema' movement—this is literally meant to be experienced as hypnagogic drift, not narrative.
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