narrated by Ellie Ashton
music by Chronik
I call it a landscape film, because it is. It charts a human landscape of grief, offset against a physical landscape/skyscape, containing a teaming vitality of instinctive creatures, or are they sparks? or stars?, declaring bluntly how the force of life forever drives on and swirls, whilst a young human voice, amongst the screeches of the swifts (martins/swallows?) courageously expresses the pain of her existence. The silhouetted scrub grass on a rocky outcrop, the stillness of that tuft's abiding strength, its voicelessness, its silent patience to exist, and yet its frailty and transience. The deep glistening blue of deep distance. The unseen gnats being eaten by the birds. The rings of radiance made by a single star at the centre of a solar-system. The youthful satin of the voice, and yet her womanhood attained too soon. A powerful film-poem!
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