carson-travel

I went travelling to a wreck of a place. There were three gates standing ajar and a fence that broke off. It was not the wreck of anything else in particular. A place came there and crashed. After that it remained the wreck of a place. Light fell on it.

Thought:

“Each subject implies a certain voice. And that must be heeded. It is necessary to find the possibility for expressing as many voices as one can. It is very dangerous to limit oneself to a certain form, to a certain style….That is something I really tried to do: to find a style that has value for only a single film, for this milieu, this action, this character, this subject.”

Carl Theodor Dreyer

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