I am a child. I said once: my creative life comes from my childhood. And emotionally I am a kid. The reason why people like what I do or did is because I am a child and I speak as a child.
When someone write my life, then it may look, in fact, all my creativity is decidedly childish, based on my childhood.
Within a second I can travel to my childhood, magical places, as I have used in Fanny and Alexander. I think everything I've done, and has some value, has its roots in my childhood. Or in the dialectic, a dialogue with my children. I have never taken away from my childhood but I have conducted an ongoing dialogue with her ( fragment and nterview with Jörn Donner).
Most of our education was based on concepts such as sin, confession, punishment, forgiveness and mercy, specific factors in the relationship between parents and children, and with God. So the punishment was something quite natural, something that never questioned. Some were quick and easy as slapping and spanking in the ass, but could also take very sophisticated ways, perfected over generations. If Ernst Ingmar pis was done, what was happening too frequently and easily, had to carry the day a red skirt that reached to his knees. This was considered harmless and laughable.
The "crimes" were punished more serious first with the isolation, no one spoke or answered. After shaking palette brought rugs and self had to say how many lashes he believed deserved. Once the quota, grabbed a pillow green, very filling, they lowered their pants and underwear, laid them face down on a pillow, someone Firmly holding the neck of the robber and gave spanking.
said: 'Understand that I do this because I love you. Kiss my hand and ask for forgiveness. " One was that Serta humiliated to the core.
sorpredió I always that my mother, who was so powerful in all situations, never intervened in these ritual punishments ( He writes in his memoirs).
A Sometimes at night, when I'm on the border between sleep and wakefulness, I can go through a door to my childhood and everything is as it was then, with the lights, smells, sounds, and people .. . I remember the silent street where my grandmother lived, the aggressiveness of the adult world, the terror of the unknown and fear of tensions between my father and my mother ( snippet of the interview with The New York Times) .
sorpredió I always that my mother, who was so powerful in all situations, never intervened in these ritual punishments ( He writes in his memoirs).
Photo: "Fanny and Alexander" film I. Bergman. The small Ingmar with his brother and grandmother.
Ingmar Bergman, Sweden. 1919-2007
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