We rarely have any reason or ability to spatialize making do the way we did watching Losing Kantor. What felt poignant was the paradox of the apparent wish to know from that pitiable space of one’s own, sitting there next to others’, and the sphere of giant people and obscure behaviors outside so complete with difference and beyond comprehension.

EX felt like an x-ray machine for all my baggage.... But don't see it to find out about me. See it to find out about yourself.

The impetus for EX came from grief. In the course of a year, Campbell lost his mother to Alzheimer’s and his sister to cancer. But with its dance sequences, non-linear narrative structure, and visual gags, EX isn’t maudlin or saccharine. EX is a quiet and meditative work, but one filled with palpable physicality, humanity and significance.