Three films interwoven into one. The first is a poem, displayed as a handwritten landscape observed from a train window. A matrix of phrases track three suns behind silhouettes of trees, allowing the eye to compose random fragments from the mass of shifting material. The second abstracts the surface the surface of a mountain stream through a series graphic, symmetrical camera traces. The final sequence is a breakneck volley of zooms down sunlit plantation avenues. ‘Lightning’ strikes, bird cries spread the alarm, as the image flashes and disintegrates into darkness.
| Directing | Martin Sercombe | Director |