Suzanne’s grief transcends the boundaries of the natural world and arouses a primordial being. She courts this ghost, using intellect and desire to forge a union between them. QUIVER melds horror and passion with Virginia Woolf’s idea of a woman requiring a room of her own in which to uncover her true identity. Can Suzanne force a rift into the supernatural realm to build a space where she can coexist with what haunts her?
Awards:
Best Horror Short, Berlin Short Film Festival
Best Cinematography (Short), Cinepocalypse
Honorable Mention, International Horror Hotel
Screenings:
Women in Horror Film Festival (Peachtree City, GA)
Kansas International Film Festival (Kansas City, KS)
Adirondack Film Festival (Glens Falls, NY)
Toronto Independent Film Festival (Toronto, Canada)
Sick Chick Flicks (Cary, NC)
Figueira FilmArt (Coimbra, Portugal)
Oceanside film Festival (San Diego, CA)
Seattle Transmedia and Independent Film Festival (Seattle, WA)
San Francisco Frozen Festival (San Francisco, CA)
Windy City International Film Festival (Chicago, IL)
Cinepocalypse (Chicago, IL)
Cosmic Film Festival (Orlando, FL)
Berlin Short Film Festival (Berlin, Germany)
Snake Alley Film Festival (Burlington, IA)
Eve Film Festival (Ottawa, ON, Canada)
The International Horror Hotel Film Festival (Cleveland, OH)
Weird Wednesdays (Stuttgart, Germany)
Port Orchard Film Festival (Port Orchard, WA)
Madeira Film Festival (Madeira, Portugal)
Sunderland Shorts (Sunderland, England)
Athens International Film and Video Festival (Athens, OH)
Azalea Film Festival (Mobile, AL)
Toronto Short Film Festival (Toronto, ON, Canada)
HorrorHound Film Festival (Cincinnati, OH)
Columbus International Film and Animation Festival (Columbus, OH)
Chicago Feminist Film Festival (Chicago, IL)
Idyllwild International Festival of Cinema (Idyllwild, CA)
My films explore hauntings caused by mourning. QUIVER looks at the parallels between grief and desire, which are both predicated on a visceral reaction to absence. Grief and desire overwhelm all other feelings and cause great suffering. Either state renders us incapable of reassembling our fractured selves without the divine intervention of a ghostly visit or cupid’s arrow. The pain of absence overwhelms until it numbs us. Often the first feeling to penetrate this haze is desire because it transforms the pain of absence into the pleasure of presence. Desire restores possibility and hope.
I am obsessed with the notion of transcendence. Exceeding the boundaries of the physical world is achievable in cinema. Sensory pleasure and supernatural intrusions are transcendent experiences allowing us to glimpse into the unknown. Through them we touch the sublime. What happens when these two are linked?