i've been doing a series of short vids for the last 5 years called "records". they come infrequently and unplanned. one was on my trip to guatemala, one on the passing of my dog Rose, and one on friends from school. this is the fourth of that series. i recorded the music and images one night in my room in attempt to make some sense of my feelings towards the gigantic american flag that serves as a curtain for my balcony doors. it adds an overwhelming aesthetic to the space, but i keep it there to remind me of the nature of where i come from. it makes me feel small, fragile, yet charged with an instinct of servitude. i see the flag and i see secrets, brilliance, terror, pretty colors, patriarchy, elderly women's hands. i'll never know what it would be like to be non-american, and there's part of that predicament which bums me out -- and it's that part which inspired this film.