| The harrowing face of death stares back at you. Reflect upon your own transient nature.
Dominatrices utter harsh and cold words to a long distance lorry driver.
One woman feels the butt of a clean middle aged man who smells of expensive cologne, she lets him suck her.
A darkened face is full of agony and sorrow, sat beside the bed of her dying mother, weeping.
Ghosts serenade the living with the knowledge of letting go and moving on.
Pregnant bellies speak of the fear of death in the very act of giving birth. Death follows birth they are always combined. Without birth there can be no death!"
| | David Bellingham
Jacqueline Butler
David Crow
Joe Duffy
Sue Fox
Steve Hawley / Steve Dutton
Alan Jones
Johnny Magee
Gavin Parry
Sylvia Waltering | |
| In memory of my mother, Marion.
"I see the young child connected to the spirit world, she glances at ghosts as they glide past her, she tells the grown ups about the reality of other realms.
An ageing man is trapped inside a house alone, he no longer goes out, she rants and raves above the sounds and the steam of the 90 degree wash cycle, part crazed, part shaman.
A lady in her fifties sits at home and initiates phone sex, she freely gives a channel to her fantasies and develops her powers of seduction, men go on the line briefly as they are wanking off at £1.50 per minute! she works her ass off just to try and get them to send her flowers, or to meet up in a hotel room and commit to some sensual act with the extras like champagne and petals on the bed!
A woman is bound to the notorious domestic scenario of housework and duties. The egg is symbolic of life, the psyche, of the totality of existence, she plays, she works intuitively to record her feelings of the banal, turning it into absurd comedy.
Two ageing people kiss and fondle one another for the length of a song track. They cannot bear to be on their own, they are stuck in the bottomless pit of passion and seek in their precious 'other' what they do not fully realize in themselves.
A woman tries to find her mother's grave and talks about her love for her and how nothing can prepare her for death.
'Death' and a 'Ghost' personified, wander and skip around park-land, playing and lying in wait, meeting others who journey to spaces and places on the borders of time." | | |
