Australian Aboriginal Films on a Thursday Night, and Rain

Thursday night in Honolulu. Just returned from viewing a series of film shorts by Australian aboriginal filmmakers, presented by the Maori filmmaker, Merata Mita. The topics range from an aunty and mother being busted by a daughter for a very unusual money making venture, to a campy and delightful scene in which racism is turned upside down in a grocery store, to my favorite, a short called "Nana", a tribute by a girl of about seven or eight years old about her Nana. What was striking about these series of shorts is that the filmmakers aren't bound by a stratified sense of aesthetics. Filmmaking after all is about storytelling, and about the image. 

It's raining. Late. And I am working on a song. A gecko chirps. Like crickets, they speak rain language.