Saw/Ate Sad Bird

I made Saw/Ate Sad Bird because I have a hard time being comfortable in space. I made the film because I have a hard time articulating how and why I have a hard time being comfortable in space. Thinking about it too much can be overwhelming, so I prefer to sing to my cats.

Watching them play at killing, I feel bad about eating vegetables. As the house pulses and drones, I think about the awful habit that people share with ducks. And now I'm singing so I don't accidentally remember that I'm not sure if there are ducks, or people, or cats in Utopia.

If you find that violence describes everything you know, how could you expect to be able to imagine a world without it?

The woman in Saw/Ate Sad Bird finds comfort in believing that there are languages we can't understand that describe what we reach toward when we say Utopia. Her cats help her believe this, and the belief helps pull her out of the floor.