even when the weather is inclement…
current work
fleeting thought
our latest film form Walmer, Kent UK
you did…
you did what you could…
keeper of existential messages
Tess, my brave soul x

less is more…
exploration…
“We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.”
(T. S. Eliot, lines 239-242, Four Quartets)
Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found…
Alexander Pope, English poet, 1717
morning, light
these fractured clays – a poem-film

A poem-film to do with environment, history and place.
Images are of sections of land, after excavation, at this site-specific project in Suffolk, where
the remains of a previously unknown medieval settlement were found. This hundred acre site, formally farmland, is now associated with offshore wind developments off the Suffolk coast.
Note: ‘Clays’, in religious and literary contexts, represent the mortal human body as distinct from the immortal spirit.
…to be a poet
after time
is there no time?
like the present…
