Rapture | 07’ 12” | 2022

‘You’ve woven a tender bit of energy and precious blurs of color, lines read to sounds of insects and birds and all in glorious rapture, a film of charged beauty, singularly one in and of itself.’
- Joseph Bernard

A fidgety and enthusiastic play in the grass.  Muted moorland captured in swinging capricious camera moves. Trying to burrow into the sod and clod, trying to inhabit the granular detail of the land. Flickering of shrubs, globules of water on blades of grass. A poem by John Clare appears somewhere in the middle of the film, celebrating ‘the rude rags of nature’. A fierce, smiley, quiet, howl of joy.