The Snowman
Phil Solomon, 1995, US, 16mm, 8'
“A meditation on memory, burial and decay ... a belated kaddish for my father”. “It is the 19th century ‘tissue of lies’ about childhood which Solomon rips open: his visual beauty, a biological beauty, is an encouragement to embrace this transformative mulch, this aesthetic compost, and to give up all commas ‘,’, of hesitation - to accept suffering even (as does most of the animal kingdom most stoically) and revel in the ‘fire of waters’ (as poet Robert Kelley put it) that we all are ....” (Stan Brakhage)



