Navigating Sentient Performativities Symposium Part Four: A Poem

Navigating Sentient Performativities Part Four: A Poem Anticipating Connection and Negotiating Community I arrived at the spot after my earlier recce at 9.40. I arrived after ‘crawling’ and ‘slow walking’ on the TV in studios six and one respectively. I arrived at 11.20 Or thereabouts.   I sat on the steps. I waited.   Kristina gave me a ‘past its …

Beech Tree branches in undergrowth

Navigating Sentient Performativities Symposium Part One

Navigating Sentient Performativities Symposium Dartington Hall June 2022 (Part One).[1] I didn’t expect to be accepted to participate in this. I was pleasantly surprised by the ‘Yes’ to my presentation Disrupted Meadow and additionally thrilled to be asked to be on the Nature Speaking Nature Writing Panel[2] led by Triarchy Press. Will I get it together for the symposium? Back …

Mum, the muse and her dogs

Mum, the muse and her dogs When working the first draft of ‘Disrupted Meadow’ (the one featured here), the opening was disrupted by the entrance of a passerby’s dog.  The Labrador couldn’t help itself entering the space I had carefully marked out on the edge of a meadow near a gate. The chance disruption to play is often a serendipitous …

Little Blue Man: Introduction, Sources and Stimulus

Having reflected on the process of making Little Blue Man in the re-edits (2021), I offer here two additional films that explore source and stimulus from 1996 through 2011 and 2015.  I offer here drawings from my notebook, photographs from family archives, photographic explorations in the landscape and an interview I did for radio on ‘My Sister, My Angel’.  Having …

Little Blue Man: Gate Seven

It’s Father’s Day.  This is my seventh post in honour of my dad’s 90th Year.  We lost him when he was 78.  It takes a long time to process losing a loved one. I have posted 7 short films in honour of his life taken from the work I did on ‘Little Blue Man’ – an homage to Dad.  I …

Little Blue Man: Gate SIx

This year Terence Roy Waterfield would have been 90.  We lost him when he was 78.  It takes a long time to process losing a loved one. I am making seven posts between my dad’s birthday and Father’s day. This is the sixth post in the series. Gate Six: Work, Play, Family.  Gate Six is about Dad the painter and …