What lives in the space between the stones, in the space cupped between my hand and my chest? Filmmaker/stonemason. A tower or ruin of remembrance. With each swing of the hammer I cut into the image and the sound rises from the chisel. A rhythm, marked by repetition, and animated by variation; strokes of hammer and fist, resounding in dialogue. In this space which the film creates, emptiness gains a contour strong enough for the spectator to see more than the image – a space permitting vision in addition to sight.
John Rowe Moyle walked the 22 miles from Alpine, Utah to Salt Lake City to fulfill his calling.
Documentary about the stonecutters from Herzegovina, celebrating human devotion for work and the struggle with nature.
A poor stonecutter seeks the lifestyles of those higher in the social hierarchy.