Quiero Chichi (2023)

A film.

Two days ago I recorded my morning walk in Spanish. Happy with the result, I repeated it today. By the time I was at the frog pond where I reflect and offer readings and affirmations, torrential rains set in. Then I felt a deep longing for my children, and was reminded of our caretaker Demetria who has been serving my children for over eight years in Mexico. She’s an indigenous woman, faithful to God, a saint. An incredible mother in her own right. A loyal wife to her husband. A caretaker for many, always offering love, never asking for anything in return. Never complaining. Always loving.

This film is dedicated to her.

By midday, contemplating whether I should publish the raw video, (as I break down crying mid-recording, mucous flowing from my nose—iPhone saturated, mic malfunctioning…) I installed Garageband on my Macbook and started scoring the film, building a soundscape to accompany the Tarot draw at the onset, and the forest walk.

It’s experimental, done in one day, zero budget. Happy to say it’s a completed film.

I decided to call it Quiero Chichi—which is what my children used to say when they wanted breast milk from their mother. I compare it to my desire to receive nutrients from Pachamama, the Ancient Mother of planet Earth, following what I’m discovering is some form of spiritual rebirth.

This is an emotional offering. When a father seeks reunion with his children for years without a clear path, he’ll do anything to find his way. Including asking God in the form of Mother Earth, for help.

Upon return today, while washing dishes in the kitchen, I saw a red fox run by only a meter from the window. Crossing west to east. Just one. Very auspicious. Ancient Mother is looking after me, after all. I’m sure.

With Love,


p.s. — I discovered this film tonight and wished to share. It’s author William Peter Blatley’s directorial debut.