Franny

It’s a recreation of a scene from J. D. Salinger’s 1961 novel Franny and Zooey. I wanted to turn the most significant sentence for me from the novel into an image: “Franny was staring at the little blotch of sunshine with a special intensity, as if she were considering lying down in it.”
I had a crew of people helping me on the set, as much as the pre- and postproduction.


//There are some moments, when I feel a “kind of comfort inside, almost a revelation, but at the same time I feel a kind of pain, the sensation of an absolute, irremediable loss. A sweet catastrophe.” In these moments I am always somehow only in front of it what happens, watching it from the outside. “When you happen to see the place where you would be safe you are always looking at it from the outside. You are never in it. It’s your place, but you are never there.” And if I am, the miracle I felt while looking in it from the outside, is gone.
Even though I look sad, it has rather to do with something like happiness, the devastating experience of having suddenly glimpsed it there. This miracle is happiness itself. And it only happens once, it can’t be made permanent, repeated or even reminisced. You just stand there shocked looking how beautiful it is. This is why it is perfect and beautiful, because it doesn’t last - it’s fragile, and evanescent. It glints and fades out right away. “There’s nothing to be explained and understood in front of an inexplicably fragile and beautiful thing.“ (quotes from Bela Hamvas, Alessandro Baricco)//