Disrupted Meadow – Strata June 2021
I am in Charmouth again,
and it is around the time Matt Hancock gets into a bit of bother.
Life is like a meadow and it can get disrupted. Careers get disrupted.
Journeys get disrupted.
A death is disruptive.
I begin my presentation with a poem:
Sky is Meadow
I am walking on sky.
I am striding through dandelions or shall we say more correctly – Hawkbit.
I am tramping on them while their neighbours nod and agree with the masses.
My mum is a dandelion who was once a daffodil.
Here are guys in a burning sun, turning faces
like mini scarecrows
all nodding compliance.
Why do we want to kill dandelions?
Matt Hancock has gone!
I walk from the meadow with the workshop participants following me.
I lead them to a space near a gate.
I set down my bag and stick.
I set my camera rolling.
I begin to unfold.
I move with the wind, the sky and the nodding Hawkbit in my mind.
When I return home I make a short film. The airbook I use is on it’s last legs and I have been struggling to avoid a pink screen appearing when I master the material.
Finally this week in August after I have tried multiple times to master and re-master I am content with one pink screen that comes up when mum and her cows turn up in the film.
I hope you enjoy my Disrupted Meadow.