the Art of not knowing

For more than fifteen years I've had a box of DV tapes in a closet. Teenage skateboarding, mostly. I thought I'd filmed everything. That's the thing about being the kid with the camera — you think memory is a wide-angle lens, that nothing gets past you.

I was wrong.

The man who ran our team, Anders — the guy who drove us to competitions, who I trusted more than most adults I've ever known — spent years hurting people in that group. Some of my closest friends. Physically. Psychologically. It happened right next to me, on the other side of a frame I was busy composing.

I don't know what to do with that except go looking. So I'm doing it the only way I know how: camera in hand, driving to find the people I used to be a kid with, asking them to remember out loud with me. Somewhere between a road trip and a time travel.

Those years were some of the best of my life. That's the part nobody warns you about — that the good memories and the rotten ones can live in the exact same footage, the same afternoon, the same beautiful light. The Art of Not Knowing is about what happens when you finally rewind the tape all the way.

  • Title | The Art Of Not Knowing

    Genre | Documentary

    Length | 75 min

    Countries of Production | Sweden, Norway

    Director | Jonathan Lomar , Vargtass Filmproduktion AB)

    Producers | Margarete Jangård, Hanna Markkanen (WG Film)

    Co-Producers | Anita Rehoff Larsen, Sant & Usant

    Cinematography | Lars Erlend Tubaas Øymo, Jonathan Bjerstedt, Jonathan Lomar

    Editor | Line Schou

    Composer | Ronald Heu
    Rental | Falsett


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