As a child, I built a spaceship in my closet. I took the needle of my record player and crushed it into the turntable to make a rocket sound.
Images burrow themselves into the subconscious, their meaning ebbs and flows like radio transmissions from a past long forgotten.
I watched a lot of television back then. Television of the 1970s had a dreamlike, ephemeral quality. Sometimes you saw a show and had no idea what you were watching. You joined things in the middle, so stories slipped into disconnected fragments of narrative. Now, years later, images from these TV shows — Lost in Space, the Six Million Dollar Man, Star Trek, and Land of the Lost, among others — have resurfaced in the narratives I construct.
This series, Bigfoot Island, suggests a children’s television show that might have existed between the channels.
