A rite of passage for a mother by the filmmaker, who is told by her, “It’s not me you want to film, it’s your mother”. It was a strange performance using an 8mm camera, performed only by the filmmaker and his mother. The image of the artist taken by his mother is confined to a single frame of film, which is blown up and multiplies endlessly, even filling the family home.
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