one (mot) – a short film

(one) mot

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Following the inspiring time I spent with Jo Keeling creating ‘Lost + Found’ I spent January to April 2014 deep in the studies of all things Digital Video at Ffotogallery.

I hadn’t foreseen how challenging and deeply satisfying a process this would be. To work creatively to deadlines and develop my technical skills in digital video production and editing have been exciting to say the least. This is just the beginning!

After many hours of looking at the world through the lens, I decided to create a dialogue free piece exploring what it is to be alone and to listen. The fine line between solitude and loneliness and my exploration of my relationship to space through walking and the landscape. The outdoor scenes were shot around my childhood home in South Pembrokeshire.

Exploring the use of sound to create narrative was a great learning for me. I am planning to create a following two short, 3 minute films to form a triptych. I am keen to introduce elements of handwritten language.

 

The Writings of Bill Viola

Currently exploring digital video making, and making a short video on the often fine line between loneliness and solitude. The call of solitude, of walking alone in the landscape, that deafens me when caught in domestic frustration, when every day chores have taken their toll.  The search for silence so I can listen.  Here are the words of Bill Viola on just that:

Landscape can exist as reflection on the inner walls of the mind, or as a projection of the inner state without. Flat open vast space lends itself to a clearer monitoring of the subjective inner world.  Contemporary urban spaces talk to you, incessantly – signs call out, to try and grab you, programmed general consensus signals determine where and when you walk, the intersecting spheres of psychic perceptive space of others in too close proximity creates confusion and imbalance.  The “stillness” of the sleeping apartment building of 150 families is not “stillness” at all. Removing all cues, from the outside, the voices of the inner state become louder, clearer.

Note, 1979.

“Reasons for Knocking at an Empty House.”

Walk #2 + Walk #3

Walk #2

Walk 2.1

Walk 2.2

Walk 2.3

Walk 2.4

Night walk.

Hidden documenting.

Focus on present detail.

What do I notice?

Where are my eyes and ears drawn towards in the night?

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Walk #3

Walk 3.1 Walk 3.2

Walk 3.4 Walk 3.3

Walk 3.5

Morning walk.

Focus on smell.

Playing with writing.

Writing as public performance.

Held between the lines.

Playing within parameters.

Traces

MJJ Hand written inscription

 

Soil Mechanics in Foundation Engineering: Volume Two – Theory and Practice. Z. Wilun and K Starzewski. 1975. Surrey University Press

Within the pages of old  books I find connection.  A space to rest. A space to enquire. I squirrel away plastic covered tomes from storage boxes. The neat handwriting of my late father. 1976. Aged 29. The same age I am now. November. The month I begin this project. Sensitive souls. Time spent alone. Alone or lonely? Thoughts that escalated and envelope. “You’re so like your father.” Meaning being made. Relationship developing. Understanding flowing. No absolute truths. No answers. I chose my perspective. I feel. I walk, I draw, I write, I think. You are with me. You are part of me. I create to express. To celebrate and validate the sensitive nature we share. I root my feet in the soil, to make stronger foundations. Traces of existence, activity, self, other.  Relinquish control.