«And the museums all over the world are celebrating the one-hundredth anniversary of cinema, costing them
millions of dollars the cinema makes, all going gaga about their Hollywoods. But there is no mention of the avant-
garde or the independents of our cinema.
I have seen the brochures, the programs of the museums and archives and cinematheques around the world. But
these say, “we don’t care about your cinema.” In the times of bigness, spectaculars, one hundred million dollar
movie productions, I want to speak for the small, invisible acts of human spirit: so subtle, so small, that they die
when brought out under the clean lights. I want to celebrate the small forms of cinema: the lyrical form, the poem,
the watercolor, etude, sketch, portrait, arabesque, and bagatelle, and little 8mm songs. In the times when everybody
wants to succeed and sell, I want to celebrate those who embrace social and daily tailor to pursue the invisible, the
personal things that bring no money and no bread and make no contemporary history, art history or any other
history. I am for art which we do for each other, as friends.
I am standing in the middle of the information highway and laughing, because a butterfly on a little flower
somewhere in China just fluttered its wings, and I know that the entire history, culture will drastically change
because of that fluttering. A Super 8mm camera just made a little soft buzz somewhere, somewhere on the lower
east side of New York, and the world will never be the same.
The real history of cinema is invisible history: history of friends getting together, doing the thing they love. For us,
the cinema is beginning with every new buzz of the projector, with every new buzz of our cameras. With every
new buzz of our cameras, our hearts jump forward my friends»
