Memories. Age. Life. Family. Isolation. Reflection. Memories.
The short film "Grey" contains all of these things, as it depicts an old man in pursuit of something (an answer perhaps, to a question that he has asked himself). He sits under a thick canopy of trees and stares out into a long river that is flowing in front of him. Bare trees twist and melt in the rivers murky water. Pondweed and flies infest the surfaces nearest to the riverbank. Car headlights pour slowly past in the distance, he is oblivious to these things. This man does not even see the flies or the slight shimmer of the water as the sun catches it. He sees a port. He sees a large ocean liner crawl past. He sees a young couple and their dog, reflected in the water.
Shot in sharp black and white (the colors of mourning), this film studies life and personal history. It is about a man who is, in many ways, like the cinema. He uproots history and projects it with human bias. The man recalls his own history through his memories of his family and other moments that haunt him. Perhaps these are incidents and personal thoughts that span decades; surmised in a short breath that in a current context holds an answer to a question that is troubling him. Nonetheless, he sits alone and reflects; content in isolation, the surrounding environment stirring memories and lost images of his past, of his history, of his longing.