Dear Marie,


This letter is an honest expression of respect, from me to you.


The first time I heard about you, was when I saw Go! Go! Go! I became very fascinated by the closing shot. In that shot, you raise your hand and gracefully wave at the camera’s reflection in the window – with a cigarette between your fingers. To me, this was a salute, a minimal artist statement, indicating the existence of some humble pride in the artist. I had already made a few pieces but I didn’t call myself a filmmaker at all yet. That cigarette wave intrigued me so much, and I thought to myself, “that’s what I want to be like. I want to be making great work and be proud of it! That must feel great.” Then I immediately began imagining what you looked like; a skinny, short, blue eyed woman, maybe. These were my initial thoughts. Soon, I looked you up and was surprised to see your photos. You were the opposite! A tall, round faced woman – almost looking Turkmen – with smart little eyes and weird haircuts. You were fabulously posing with your camera in every picture. You were taller than all the men you’re standing next to. I began reading about you, getting to know you, your era, your artist friends and of course your glass art. I read how you taught filmmaking to many people who later on became well-known filmmakers. I read about your habits and your liveliness and I see images of your art studio. It was an interesting day for me as a woman.


Yes, I didn’t guess your looks right, but the rest of it, your lifestyle, your confidence and your artistry fit so well with that hand wave in my head. From what I know about you, all I can say is that I’m very happy a filmmaker like you existed for me to look up to. I wish I could come and meet you, and learn to hold a cigarette and film with a Bolex at the same time.



Yours, respectfully,