My film is about to be submitted. It’s about Jock, well actually it’s about my Great Uncle Vincent, an Irish Submariner whose boat – HMS Poseidon was sunk in 1919.
Jock is pictured above. I found this album trawling a flea market. His submarine is called HMS Talents, it was also sunk.
So I made a film about sinking seamen, or should that be sailors? I like to think I made it in the style of Margaret Tait, but I’d be kidding myself.
‘if you look
at an object closely enough it will
speak its nature’
her poem films are stupendous. They are fluid and have a measured pace, like ballet shoes. Mine are clunky like Dr Marten lace-ups. It’s that lightness of touch that is lacking (the same one that turns my pastry to gravel?), perhaps that touch is intuitive? Or perhaps as Tait said, if I look a little more closely…
Back to the drawing board Uncle Vinnie…