This film is based on a short story I wrote. My Great Great Aunt Ferida, the stay-at-home sister was once the subject of scurrilous gossip. Her virgin belly was swelling to a distended pregnant like bump. It turned out to be fibroids, but when writing her story I decided to give her another ending. I gave her a passionate lover, a friend of the family's and a child that she conceived in love but ultimately lost.
It became my favorite story. While waiting to publish I decided to film it. I cast friends and family, used my home and blended real life with story telling. My mother and Aunt play the all-seeing chorus, my cousin plays my great-grandfather. That is my house. Those are my dishes, my son, my neighbor, my dog. The actors are just people in costume, illustrating the tale. The costumes are clothes I have kept from my grandmother and great-great aunt.
It is set during the Armenian genocide of 1915 and later, in 1968 on Ferida's deathbed, but in fact time is irrelevant, as is place. It is fluid, as in the nature of storytelling.
I wanted to show how beauty transcends age. How love has many faces. A Flock of Birds is my presentation of fictoir. Fact and fiction blending with memoir.