In Unearthing #3 I referred to the days of my mother’s dying, and my experience of witnessing these days via the mediation of the physicality and iconography of our domestic environment and surrounding landscapes.

A few days before her passing I escaped from the house, hoisted a camera onto my shoulder and ran to and around some nearby woods known as The Grotto, a place of childhood refuge. This footage eventually became part of my 2005 installation of the same name. The writing of Unearthing #3 impelled me to retrieve the raw footage, and to begin to experiment with the possibilities of creating a discrete short film. The first rough edit, working title ‘Spelunker, Deep Sea Diver, Astronaut’ (a paraphrase of Deleuze on Proust) can be found below.