It was an easy shoot.

We captured a feeling, an transcendent nature of time and space, in a relatively short period of time. I was a witness to greatness, not the greatness of myself or our Actresses or even our DP, who accomplished greatness.

I was a witness to the greatness of Nature. Of Love. Of Harmony.

Of The Nature... of the Flame.

We developed the story from a simple, yet dark script, I had written about the traditional student-sage relationship. I wanted the story to be a feature film but on the seventh page, the story spoke to me “I am finished. I am done.”

There was no point to continue the story further. It has awakened, I thought. It is.

The project was on rest for perhaps a year. In fact, after contacting a lady film Director in Los Angeles about the project, I was discouraged that I never heard back from her. Perhaps she was busy doing other things. No matter.

The Nature of the Flame was mine. My Zen Feminist statement of sorts.

But why such labels? Why such pain in them?