The plan for South Africa was to follow up on With the Nomads with further patient observational documentaries. And I had some great subjects, with great access: Pentecostal church groups speaking in tongues on Melville Koppies, hospice patients both brave and frightened telling me what it was like to know they would die soon, with their tough-minded, dedicated and expert nurses giving their side of the story. I got some good footage, but nothing that I could make anything out of that you could call a documentary, in the end. I realised what a gift that desert landscape had been. Continue reading South Africa Train Video
Taken a bit after this one, but a bit more my own. I love rock formations. All those metaphorically pregnant geological processes, and, ironically, the echoes of Futurism and Constructivism. Also, I think there’s something of the Philharmonic Hall going on in there. That building must have been etched into the visual and emotional systems of my brain quite early on – I would have been four when my oldest brother started going to the school prizegivings there.