© Anatomical Museum, Florence

We do not emerge from the womb fully formed and indeed it is said of writers that they should spend the first forty years of their lives living, reading and suffering - and only then deign to put pen to paper. The same could be said of filmmakers, however forty years of limbo is a long time. As he struggles to shake off the pre-natal slime that still clings to him, the young filmmaker therefore has little choice but to make highly stylised poems of light that in so desperately clutching to what little he knows of life, pulse with the dilemma of uncertainty. But then the years go by and suddenly the filmmaker finds that though he looks up to the stars, yet he is standing with both feet on the ground. Reaching out with his hands, he finds that that which he thought impossible is now possible. The world changes and uncertainty fades. Of his short films shot in the sticky fluid of the afterbirth, he prefers to say little.