Vibrant yet silent. Still, yet constantly in motion. Telling a story, painting a mood. Reflecting a life force to be experienced at some time to come.
Our ethereal reality, sometimes absent, sometimes ugly and negative. At other times truly exquisite and beyond beauty.
Always of appeal, lifting us, drawing us beyond ourselves. Perhaps towards Heaven.
Hello from Toronto, Canada!
I can’t even tell you how many times I have seen your Murmuration movie. I have sent links to friends I love it so much.
It is so incredible and moving and I don’t get tired of it. Love the music too and purchased the song.
I am a graphic designer sitting here at my computer and distract myself with this great visual treat.
your work inspires me ;)
thanks a lot
Good morning ladies. As one artist to another we would like to thank you for all of the wonderful films that you post. Today we (Canvas Voice) featured you in our blog which displays on facebook, bluecanvas and networked blogs.
Just had to share the magnificence that you capture. Our art might also just be a little bit of inspiration to you as well. :-) Make a fantastic Sunday!
Love and light
Darcel and Ashley (Canvas Voice)
Loved your productions, especially the lighthouse keepers and murmurations. And the love locks! That too. There is a similiar bridge in Lubljuniana, Slovenia where smaller locks are left on a local bridge, left by not just lovers but anyone who wants to be remembered. I would like to see you create a short video on someone ill, perhaps from cancer. I think your treatment of this subject would bring a levity or lightness of meaning to counter the weight of the subject in a very special way. Only you can manage to tell a complete story in two or three minutes in a compelling manner. Keep up the terrific work. Richard
Just put your beautiful film on my blog (with a link to your site of course) I loved it…hope it’s ok to share…thank you so much…
Knowing that I am ever growing closer to fulfilling my destiny and always on the verge.
Hello, just saw your Murmuration video, love it, love the whole atmosphere on your site – I’m an artist and nature-lover – And a boat- lover! Nice to see your site – Sue xx
Love your films….everything about them
Watching the Osprey fish in the Chesapeake Bay. They dive in after a fish, rise just a little above the water and shake their wings. Then up they go taking their fish home, or to try again. I love watching them float in the air, their calls and huge nests. To me they become life itself
.Above anything else, beautiful music inspires me. You know when you hear a refrain and it fills your heart and you have tears of joy? Lately I have been grateful to have that to balance some other not so good things.
After music, art inspires me and your photographs bring good things to mind. All types of art appeals to me and inspires.
Then I am deeply inspired by people who do things for other people – just because.
thank you !!
I loved your website and your films. It’s good to know that there are those who still find the natural and simple things of life entertaining as can be. The starlings were amazing. thanks for sharing. I would love to come to your country someday. That is where my Grandparents are from. It really seems that I would like it there. Blessings to you both and may God find for you more wonderful and awesome experiences to video and share.
How I would love to tell you I’m inspired by something rare and poetic about the lines of the old walnut tree against the bright summer sky, and the birds that flit past the window as I type. Today, however, my inspiration (inspiration, terror, what’s the difference, some days?) is that my darling friend Cat has decided to contact some rather wonderful film makers and ask them to contribute an article to our new magazine. She says she gave them my blog address. I can now think of absolutely nothing to write, which may have to be tonight’s blog topic. Or, perhaps, I’ll wander around your site a bit, and something will stir a memory of something else, and I’ll get out of my own way, and see what flows. Thank you, dear ones.
Was just thinking a couple nights ago while observing the firefly display all around me how just one such phenomenon could be enough. Here’s all these bugs flying around in the dark flashing their brilliant lights for each other, apparently randomly, some up in the top of the oaks, some right down in the grass, some hovering in between. Every direction I turn. Who can truly explain such a thing? Isn’t that just about enough for a whole lifetime? But then we have aurora borealis and dung beetles and hoot owls and rainbow trout and smiles and Beethoven and sex and baby giggles. Then on top of that… MURMURATIONS? What’s next!!?? How can we stand it?
First, I love your film “Island”. I love your freedom to go where you please to and shoot your films.
In Texas, I may shoot some strange things that uncommon to other parts of the world. Like in my town there are several folks that have oil wells in there front yards. We have the best shrimp in the world right down the street and you can eat while watching hugh ships from all over the world go in/out of the ship channel within a 100 yds of where you are eating. We have the largest oil refinery in the US here. We have our own battleship that youi can get on and visit. I will write more later but keep up the great work…
There is a diffrence between loneliness and solitude said the Keeper to the camera muse.
Beautiful energy and brilliant work here. Thank you.
Not to See the Sun
“Tell me. What do you see?”
In the silence that ensued, two breaths were drawn and spent; two eyes opened; two eyes closed. All ears filled with the unmistakable laughing of the uncontainable wind as it swept springtime souvenirs and phantom’s fingers along high and ancient stones; as it rushed, childlike, through the mandarin-lit courtyard, it scattered leaves and cruelly, carelessly left cruel carelessness behind. Still laughing, it skipped lightly over the impossible wall and could be heard taunting the trees, out of deep-rooted envy, boasting solitude to the sky.
“I can see the hills.”
“I can see the hills.”
Every night it was the same. Heavy shadows dragged themselves across unraveling mats revealing the naked hearts of stone torn from the quarry to the south of where the prison stood dedicated. Seventy cells stacked like as many eggs, cradling twice as many souls, however indelicate and indelicately, each of them convicted, each of them cast like pearls, like stitches, like actors, like bait.
And every night, the blind led the sighted through the darkness and into dawn.
“Fewer than a few moments stand between an inky hush and the inevitable splitting of day like so much kindling. From the eager and distant hills shouldering stars that unwittingly define the dark while you and I are nothing more to sleep than sleep itself, fractions of light – as sweet as any whole – paw at the further sides of the farthest hills, waiting anything but patiently to be released…”
“Like felons?” choked Jayden.
“Yes. Like felons. Waiting. To scale the waiting down to a more manageable size; to make light of all the dreams we never do remember except as those we’ve lost in darkness, like patience, like handkerchiefs, like our ways through the hills…”
“Yes,” Leal agreed. “Like lovers.”
Every night it was the same: “Tell me what you see.”
And every night, Leal lied.
Four hundred years, it seemed, and surely fifteen feet of stone separated Leal and Jayden from the sunlight from which an instant and an eyelash shielded them just before dawn. Four hundred years, and every night it was the same. “Tell me what you see,” Jayden would plead, “I see only night.” Leal’s blind eyes, wide and wet, would command the stones to separate.
Leal lathered Jayden in the mysteries of dark, while Jayden bathed silently in tears. Every night it had been the same.
“Tomorrow you will leave. You will be free. You will be free to do anything but stay.”
“Where will I go?”
“You will go to the hills, that I may see you standing there, atop them. And I will see you every night.”
“Will you send me messages with the wind?”
“Yes. That will be the only way.”
“Will I be lonely?”
“No lonelier than now.”
“Tell me what you see?”
“I will tell you what I know. We are built, like mountains, from the inside. Fortified, annealing and steeling ourselves with the liquid potential that churns us into action and eventually petrifies. We are torn down, like mountains, from the top, ground up and ground down – altered and unappreciative.
“And in these fewer than few moments, standing likewise still, stock and staring, bends the jasmine toward the tombs of men and time enshrined in stones torn from where the earth bore them, like fruit, until plucked, like petals, like hens, like harp strings: however strained and strange; however planed and framed. Our father’s fathers and their sons, our mother’s mothers and their young built a prison from the inside out, like meaning; like a mountain; like a man. From the ground up, like cattle, like a plan, like the dawn builds a day.
“And the flowers watched and wept not knowing why they broke ground, and shred skin, and bent backs, all not to see the sun. And so the dew would slip. And so the sweat would sting, and so their work songs were struck like lightning, like hours, like anvils into the ground. And up grew the jail, like a child, like a weed.”
“But tell me what you see.”
“I see nothing.”
“No. That is not how the story goes. Tell me what you see.”
“I see nothing.”
“No. You see the hills. You see the stars. You see the wind.” Jayden’s desperation glowed, but Leal persisted to resist, and refused. His head bowed, he received the blow. The stones soaked up his blood.
“Tell me what you see.”
murmuration inspired me and brought me great joy when i was feeling depressed. i cant stop watching it…. it gives me proof there is order in this crazy world, that if these little birds can cooperate like that, certainly humans have the capacity to be more like them. the awestruck reaction of the girl in the canoe at the end of your film was priceless. i giggled with her!
thanks girls. keep it up.
I am reading a book called WILD by Jay Griffiths, everyone should read this book. While traveling with indigenous people in the Amazon, she describes: “writing notes in almost complete darkness for the light of a torch would attract a thousand moths and other insects. A guide saw my difficulty and caught a firefly for me, gently looping a thin thread around its body and tying it to the tip of my pen so it glowed its gentle green light on my notebook.” What a gorgeous image.
This book inspires me as the writer sees and makes us aware that the entire world is connected by that lovely thin thread with its green glowing light.
I just ordered a copy of your DVD for myself…………..and another for the woman who brought me to you through your Murmuration video at Facebook. Murmuration is one of the most beautiful videos I have ever seen, to be quite honest!
I felt it apropos to send a copy of your limited edition DVD to my friend, despite the coast-to-coast cost because it….and she….mean so much to me!
Keep on doing what you are doing because you can only get better through the love sent back to you through those looking at it!
All my best-
Sam in Colorado, USA
Love it when a time & a place come together and confirm something natural and fundamental in ourselves.
I absolutely adore your murmuration video!
Not for artistic merit, although it is lovely, but because you were there, it happened and you captured it.
I have spent the last 8 years running and surfing along the cornwall coast. Whether it be a session in the surf with a pod of common dolphins or accidentally tripping over a bathing adder somewhere along the coastal path, the combination of wild elements, adrenalin, endorphins and somebody to share it all with are absolutely priceless.
The emotional experience from those moments has to be both primeval and confirming in our relationship with the world around us “It was good that we were there when that thing happened” – so congratulations on having a camera handy and capturing a moment I relate with but struggle to express with others other than those who were there.
The hope that I will again be with the boy from Siam.
p.s. thank you for Murmurations.
I am inspired by artists like you who continue to find new sources of awe and inspiration…it reminds me, a songwriter, that the pull of inspiration may not always be present but one must be open because it returns. Thank you for sharing your amazing work!
Nature in all the elements and stuff from your side of the Atlantic. I sailed here from Cornwall in the 60′s and am still here. From Arizona-
Just finished reading the article you wrote for “365 Being” (Savoring a Life of Abundance, Joy and Beauty) http://365being.com about Serendipity. I enjoyed reading about how the making of this film was serendipitous! I love this line from the article: “Serendipity appears when we are in a state of grace, and readiness.” and “To us, this (grace) means conducting yourself in an open and eager but not expectant way.” Thank you!
I watch Murmurations w/ my 3 year old daughter every so often. I don’t know why but somehow it makes me tear up every time. We’re going out on a canoe when she’s older, for sure. Thanks for the inspiration.
This is the other video we watch BTW. https://vimeo.com/32863936
Just a few days on our vacation to wisconsin, I had told my husband that some day on our bucket list we would go to the same lake and see the Murmuration in England. Yesterday on top of the bluff’s of Minnesota we seen one happening right before our eyes!! I had just a small video camera and could not capture how beautiful it was, and I could not believe what was happening that it was hard to capture it. I will put it on my youtube after I put the video together and post on line for you to see. Type in the search box: wen4000 and my video’s will pop up. Some of my video’s….. crazy ones too, you might enjoy with the dog and the cat……sad note tho…Jesse the Jack Russell who does all the tricks, just went blind at only 8 years old. They don’t know why it happen. We are so sad about it because she is so depressed…..i don’t want to cry now….because she is so smart and know something is wrong and she trys to find me in the house and she can’t see me…..her loyalty is unbelievable.
Hope you will like the small murmuration video.
love your website.
wendy and Steve
The video of the birds truly brings an electricity to body when I watch the movement and synchronicity.
Thank you for inspiring me and shedding light on the divine creative expression of nature – the best artist I’ve ever encountered!
I would like to tell you that your murmuration video is one of the best starling videos that I have ever seen. I am particularly moved by the fascination that you exhibit in the film. I show your YouTube at professional talks as an example of emergence. I study the brain and feel that the starling behavior is a great example of how our brain really works.
Thanks for the video.
My inspiration is watching the sun rise and set on the southern horizon over a field of frozen water, running a 24 hr. adventure race through the Canadian Rockies, running rapids 150km from the closest road access and nobody to see you do it, watching a Great Horned Owl perched in a tree searching for a mouse, yellow finches in the Spring, kayaking across a calm lake during a new moon at midnight with a friend, hiking the Scottish highlands with my brother, snowshoeing through scrub bushes near the Arctic treeline, a 1 mile drop from a mountain edge into a crystal blue glacial lake…. life.
Keep up the good work and don’t ever stop collecting inspiration.
It’s been a year since I first saw murmuration. I am still humbled every time I watch. Thank You
love your murmuration video :)…i’d have to say amongst many things nature, activity and honest conversation inspire me :) I’m inspired when these things i mentioned make me think, leave me feeling warm and enlighten my heart. Just thinking about being outside with a good friend and having fun puts a smile on my face. The past also inspires me too; either to not repeat it, learn from it or admire a quality that is missing in my present and seek to gain it…haha i’m rambling anywho all the best in your artistic creative pursuits your both very talented!
I love to act; I gather energy and inspiration from an audience. I know they are out there in the black … waiting for my words … my actions … my reactions. I can feel their presence and in the odd moment or two catch a glimpse of light reflected from the stage to a piece of jewelry or the lens of someone’s glasses. In my moments of silence I can hear their breathing as they wait for my next move; I feel their muffled coughs as they tweak their senses in anticipation of my interpretation of the next page of the script. It is such an unreal and amazing sensation to make myself so vulnerable, to stand there emotionally naked in front of strangers with no walls between us but theirs. Then, at some point in the darkness, I know I have breached their walls as they gasp and groan and laugh and cry, I have reached into the black and shown them a bit of light. Then once again I realize, this joy, this inspiration would not happen without them. We share the event and are dependent on one another; we are equal partners in this process of live performance. We are not really strangers, merely friends who have yet to meet and I’m just telling them a story. So sit and watch and listen as I tend to my work … as we tend to our work.
rocks, stones, pebbles, shale
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