A journey with grief, in a tryptich of events, to the same boulder 

Film, 6 minutes 26 seconds, 2025

My research centres around the discoveries made through three seperate journeys to the same boulder. These journeys echo the tender act of a child offering a drawing to their mother. A gesture of love and the seeking of recognition. The climb becomes a mirrored movement, looking upward, reaching outward.

At the summit, I reach the boulder I dream about. The light glowing from the west adds a sense of grace or blessing, as if a devine attention is being cast over the boulder. At this time, the whole area becomes a kind of thin place, where the veil between the spiritual and the physical is blurred. I drape my three textiles over the outstretched arms of the boulder. A quiet culmination of the three journeys. This act, gentle and deliberate, becomes a gesture routed in animist belief, the understanding that all things hold spirit, agency and presence.

As the sun sets, I sit beside her, in this stillness, exhaustion meets completion. The boulder and I share a moment beyond words. An intimate exchange between breath and stone. Between offering and witness.