A hand-processed portrait of Jake Williams – who lives alone within miles of forest in Aberdeenshire, Scotland. Jake always has many jobs on at any one time, finds a use for everything, is an expert mandolin player. He has compost heaps going back many years. He has a different sense of time to most people in the 21st Century, which is explicitly expressed in his idea for creating hedges by putting up bird feeders. It struck me straight away that there were parallels between our ways of working - I have tried to be as self-reliant as possible and be apart from the idea of industry - Jake's life and garden are much the same - he can sustain himself from what he grows and so needs little from others. To Jake this isn’t about nostalgia for some treasured pre-electric past, but more, a very real future.
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"A collaboration with writer Lucy Sante made in Tangier, Morocco, a city where neither of us had ever been. En route from the airport to the city center, we found ourselves amazed by the landscape outside of the car windows; a massive construction project under way in all directions. While not in itself unusual, we were by struck dumb by the epic scale and seemingly incomprehensible plan of the development and were drawn to return together to this puzzling zone".
UntitledLance Henson, a Cheyenne poet who lives in Italy, returns to the US every year for poetry readings and to renew links with his tribe. This year he travels by car through native territories, where Peyote medicine heals and helps people to conduce their lives. He travels from the Cheyenne reservation at Concho, Oklahoma to the Conchos river in the Tarahumara Hills in Mexico. Lance writes a journey diary during the trip which includes Peyote Songs and poems.
Remember That I am the cause of your journey Don't leave me on that way
Out of the corner of the eye is the recording of a vision, sparked by the accounts of my grandfather, who lived in a small mountain village. The picking of blueberries and raspberries at dawn, in groups of people who kept in touch with songs and calls from one side of the valley to the other, made me think of a vastness of resounding sounds, filling the emptiness of space. I wanted to translate that soundscape into a video. The valley appears dotted with sparkles, glimmers that respond from one end to the other, from the bottom to the peaks. Thanks to the involvement of a group of more than twenty inhabitants of the valley, equipped with mirrors, I transformed a portion of the landscape into an expanded random choreography of presences amidst the woods, with coordination by radio.
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