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Director's Statement
A framed picture on the wall: Two young women with a dulcimer and a guitar - my mother and her sister.
This picture always fascinated me when I was a child. Looking at it, I would daydream about being like these two beautiful, adventurous women, who were surrounded by a rebellious aura. It was like a window into my mother’s past. A past which held a dark secret. I never got to meet the woman in the picture next to my mother, she mysteriously died before I was born. Still, her memory hovered above our family like a ghostly shimmer. Her sister’s death was a fracture in my mother’s life. From that moment on, my mother was on a continuous search for meaning, dragging me along. What was it, that my mother was looking for? What happened to the great urge for freedom and the ideals of the late 60s?
My father was far away, in San Francisco. I was pained by his absence. My mother’s inner turmoil carried on within me, torn between father and mother, between California and Bavaria. This is why my grandma was my sanctuary, my refuge. Her down-to-earth character, deeply rooted at lake Walchensee, was the antipode to my mother’s restlessness.
WALCHENSEE FOREVER tells the story of my family over four generations from the point of view of women, each of them defying in their own way the patriarchal structures of their time. It’s about these women’s search for identity, roots and self-fulfillment, it’s about love, pain, longing, loss, psychotic conditions, birth, death - the cycle of life.