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Arguably a very joyous film, Entity Of Haze is the story of a young gardener who's active removal from a 'reality' leads him to slip into another; a reality of grass, dirt, leaves, sunlight, plants, care, desire and potential loneliness. This young man walks through the large fields and spaces, lying down against the warm grass, his hands gripping and tear at the ground; his own frustration and push for a further desire to 'feel' in this world.
The sunlight brings the canopies of trees to life, but its different, not quite the same as one would see this event. Everything is lost in some detachment. Some blur of this natural environment, perhaps mirroring his own state, perhaps not. Perhaps this is just some memory, some feeling that he is unable to feel anymore.
The man returns home, through the green, and into his wildly overgrowing garden. He walks to a small over grown greenhouse at the end of the garden. He enters and trims some of the plants that are overgrowing. He does this with care and attention, but since they are all overgrown, almost pointless, as if his acts are just murmurs or a memory of what he used to do there. Suddenly, as he exits, a large beam of light marks through the tree canopies and soaks the small over grown greenhouse. Just as soon as this chance act occurs, it is gone.
The young gardener returns to finish some other duties, he chops wood into a pile. The sounds are very natural, the crunch of the wood and the snap and crackle of the bark; this is very satisfying for him. He discovers a rose, he clips it. The camera frees itself from observant static standing and lifts with the young gardener's hands as he carries the rose. Something has changed here, potentially another memory, another murmur of what has happened.
We are presented with a young woman, her hair dark like soil and standing in an old shed or alcove. The dust from the wood floats in the air with the pollen from the trees. Is she really there, or is this idea of love for this young man, just some horrible dreamlike murmur that he must live through in a variety of ways?
Perhaps this haze is the distant call of a better reality, a better life, this is pointless for the young gardener as he is unable to reach or exist in it. He will only see it in the distance, beyond the trees and under the grass, in the sunlight and in reflections. Happiness in life is unobtainable for this man.
The sunlight brings the canopies of trees to life, but its different, not quite the same as one would see this event. Everything is lost in some detachment. Some blur of this natural environment, perhaps mirroring his own state, perhaps not. Perhaps this is just some memory, some feeling that he is unable to feel anymore.
The man returns home, through the green, and into his wildly overgrowing garden. He walks to a small over grown greenhouse at the end of the garden. He enters and trims some of the plants that are overgrowing. He does this with care and attention, but since they are all overgrown, almost pointless, as if his acts are just murmurs or a memory of what he used to do there. Suddenly, as he exits, a large beam of light marks through the tree canopies and soaks the small over grown greenhouse. Just as soon as this chance act occurs, it is gone.
The young gardener returns to finish some other duties, he chops wood into a pile. The sounds are very natural, the crunch of the wood and the snap and crackle of the bark; this is very satisfying for him. He discovers a rose, he clips it. The camera frees itself from observant static standing and lifts with the young gardener's hands as he carries the rose. Something has changed here, potentially another memory, another murmur of what has happened.
We are presented with a young woman, her hair dark like soil and standing in an old shed or alcove. The dust from the wood floats in the air with the pollen from the trees. Is she really there, or is this idea of love for this young man, just some horrible dreamlike murmur that he must live through in a variety of ways?
Perhaps this haze is the distant call of a better reality, a better life, this is pointless for the young gardener as he is unable to reach or exist in it. He will only see it in the distance, beyond the trees and under the grass, in the sunlight and in reflections. Happiness in life is unobtainable for this man.
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