Synopsis:

Part self-portrait, part reflection on the process of film preservation, "daisy chain" uses home videos of my mother's childhood to ask questions about the nature of memory and the effort that goes into keeping stories alive for generations to come.

"daisy chain" is a self-portrait told through recently digitized 8mm reels of film of my mother’s childhood. It was my father who took the time, energy, and effort to save these memories that are not his own. I think there’s something valiant in the potentially futile effort of preservation. In order for a memory or a film or anything to stand the test of time, there must be someone who takes care of the artifact. It was one thing for my father to digitize the reels, but it’s another to make sure those videos are maintained for the future. I also wanted to play with memory and its fallible nature by not limiting myself to images of my mother as the “main character” of the 8mm footage. As time goes on, will any of us be able to recognize which images are my mom and which are not? Will that matter as the memory of creating this film becomes hazier and hazier?