One of two stories could explain this film. First, I was stabbed when I was twelve. My brother, who was nine, says he doesn’t remember stabbing a pitchfork right through the big toe of my left foot. I remember it, vividly, in technicolor. Right through my brand new shoe – the hole and the blood ruined the shoe. I didn’t have a toenail for six months. Oh yes, I remember it.

Second story, in the early ‘90s I went on a “Kennedy pilgrimage” to Dealey Plaza in Dallas. When I opened the door at the former school book repository a vicious wind came out and almost blew me down. I took it as a sign.

Sometimes you have to let your experiences run backwards or sideways for them to be seen in the right context.

- Diane Janowski