Miranda Whall

A short pilot/sample film

I was drawn to the place where the land meets the water, the edge of both, the place behind the overhanging grass, a black and brassy place, disclosed only by wind or a departing duck. I wanted to know it from the middle, from over there, so I launched a dinghy. Carried by the wind, I drifted, towards and away from the banks, brushing and buffing, grass on rubber, rocking, arriving and leaving, camera in and out of focus.