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Each of us having different interpretations of love and no right to judge or define another's.

Languages are not universal - and even within languages different words of 'love' exist. For instance ancient Greek has 8 different words of what English has one of: love.
But movement / touch can work as one universal language connecting beings.

Albert Camus: life without love would be easier.

Søren Kierkegaard: Love discovers truth about individuals that others can't see.
Love feeds ego
Love = chemistry
A belief in a story / narrative

PROMETHEUS was the Titan god of forethought and crafty counsel who was given the task of moulding mankind out of clay. His attempts to better the lives of his creation brought him into conflict with Zeus. Firstly he tricked the gods out of the best portion of the sacrificial feast, acquiring the meat for the feasting of man. Then, when Zeus withheld fire, he stole it from heaven and delivered it to mortal kind hidden inside a fennel-stalk. As punishment for these rebellious acts, Zeus ordered the creation of Pandora (the first woman) as a means to deliver misfortune into the house of man, or as a way to cheat mankind of the company of the good spirits. Prometheus meanwhile, was arrested and bound to a stake on Mount Kaukasos (Caucasus) where an eagle was set to feed upon his ever-regenerating liver (or, some say, heart). Generations later the great hero Herakles (Heracles) came along and released the old Titan from his torture.

experimenting with clay

First editing draft of the movie

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In the process of shooting this film I was reminded of the ending of the book 'Perfume, story of a murderer' by Patrick Suskind. As I remember it was that the protagonist 'Grenouille' had crafted a perfume that was absolutely irresistible. He had accomplished what he thought was his life goal with the perfume, but it didn't satisfy him. He hated people and wanted to end his life. In the night he walked up to a group of dangerous, criminal and lost people sitting around a fire. When he reached them opened his perfume bottle and poured the entire thing over himself. The group of people became so intoxicated by his irresistible scent that they proceeded to tearing him to pieces and eating him. In the aftermath they were sitting quietly back around the fire again. They were a bit embarrassed, eyeing each other. But there was a new glimpse of light in their life, as they had just performed their first act that came from of love.

Our first idea was too fixed.
Our idea of what love is.
Our idea of how to express it.
It changed. As a part of our process.
Love is not definite.
It’s a feeling.
An expression.
Undefined.
And coming from one’s heart.
Our video is a result of this.
A documentation of our process.
And a documentation of being strong enough to open up.
All coming from one’s heart. Our hearts.