Mara Jevera Fulmer
The creation of an animated film is much like
our personal reflections and memories, a series of freeze-frames
distorted by emotion, perception and age. After embracing the journeys
life has taken me upon, I find it difficult to tear myself away
from the places that Ive called home. And so I return.
Fiji was my home for six years and became part
my identity. It constantly beckons, pumping through my veins in
answer to a different call from deep within. This first piece in
my movieola series is meant to share images from the
dreamscape that pervades my psyche. Ive written the prose
that melts in and out of the dreamscape, and it reads as follows:
Light flickers through trembling
sunshine warms, shade cools...
a peace descends
...upon my swollen heart
...the drum beats out a distant call...
its dancing rhythm...
both excites and calms
...my anxious soul...
revised October 31, 2002