Director’s Note

The Promise
“Take care of the animals, humans aren't worth it.”

If I am to be completely honest, it is pretty obvious that I was an antisocial child. And this promise that I made to myself was reinforced every day, four times a day, on my way to school. On that road, I collected butterflies that had been hit by cars, squashed praying mantises, eviscerated snakes, squirrels, and occasionally a neighbour's cat or a dog I’d befriended.

That road was paradoxical. It was the Grim Reaper and at the same time it offered me some of my most beautiful discoveries. The beauty of an elytron, the pattern of a cicada wing, the blue skin of a lizard, the scales of a snake. Thanks to car tyres, I discovered a heart, viscera, a skull, haemolymph...

Even though my wrath towards humans was constantly growing, the road to school was never dreary. it was nothing but a treasure trove of joyful finds. Ever since then, death and internal organs have never been synonymous with fear or disgust for me. On the contrary, they have been something which have opened doors to the mysteries of life and poetry.