I was wandering and filming—both rather haphazardly—through a succession of European capitals. At the time I was evidently much concerned with the film camera's relationship to the static subject (so many statues...). Later the heap of footage was repurposed for a pseudo-documentary heavily indebted to the early works of Peter Greenaway. A journey across an imaginary Crimea—my father's birthplace—in search of a lost poet and a lost civilization. Super-8 with DV inserts.