Making a film about my father and his passion for birdhouses I guess wasn’t a very rational move. “Who on earth will care?” a voice inside of my head muttered. But I couldn’t stop myself. It was like the project wanted to happen and it grabbed me and wouldn’t let go.
Only afterwards did I realise it wasn’t really a film about my father and his birdhouses. It was a film about feeling true passion for something in a world that tells us we should care only about logical things; like our savings, our education, that awesome tv show everybody’s talking about, the local sports team, which car we’re driving or wheather or not we can afford to renovate our kitchen.
Whenever true inspiration rises up – inspiration that bypasses the brain, inspiration that doesn’t make any sense – I believe there’s an opportunity to rise above the mundane and step into the divine.
What am I saying here? That my father’s bird houses are divinely inspired masterpieces? Yes, maybe that’s what I’m saying.
To see a trailer, click here.