He knocked on the back door. Three times. As he always had. Heavily worn trouser knees. Spectacles sat at the end of an elderly nose. And eighty two well-used years under his belt. ‘Can Albert come out to play?’
Mystery
The Whisper And The Echo
A man looked for meaning. For his very place in life. He searched high and low. He’d often hear a whisper, calling his name from the other side of what seemed like a door …
Under the Stars
When did you last lie still as still can be, and breathe in the stars? For they sit patiently each night, waiting for you to share the honesty of your dreams.
On You, Me and God
If no one had ever told you of God, what would be your understanding of God? If no one had ever told you of Me, what would be your understanding of Me? If you …
Run
Run. Run until you can hide no more. Headlong towards a life of importance. And the person worthy of a place in this World. Run until the pain becomes inexplicable. unbearable. Until you feel your very soul bleeding dry. And then stop. Stop dead. Beyond the delusion of slowing down. Which is still running …
The Midwife’s Tale
Doña Chona seems tired but she isn’t frightened. The frightened you see deep in the eyes of most human beings. A frightened that hides itself well. A frightened that quietly shouts its assumption of isolation, and of loneliness.
The Reflection
As I gaze into the world, I realize that nothing falters in its ability to reflect what I’ve come here to see. My challenge remains …
A Note From Behind The Camera
From a palpable and utter stillness, it is as if the subject ‘is being spoken’. They are not speaking ‘to’ or ‘at’ the world in expectation of something in return, as is so often the case. Here, there is nowhere to hide. Here there is no need to hide. Here there is the letting go of control. The control that kept us from seeing one another.
The Riddle Of Here
The fascinating thing about riddles is that you can stare at them intently and completely miss their point. And often, a riddle will fool you into the illusion of an understanding. This is a short film about the nature and whereabouts of joy.
A Window to the Soul
Might the eyes really be a window to the soul? And if so, what then? Filmed in unusual fashion for the early days of Soul Biographies. But now I have come to understand the importance of patience, stillness and unflinching human contact. The film asks if you are able to see beyond your assumptions.