Slowly, I am sending films away to be processed. Budget restraints have left them in a box, waiting. I don’t want to wait any more, there is a line to draw.
I receive negatives in the post, a few strips at a time – With each delivery I am experiencing anticipation, and trepidation. Sometimes I am met with a scene that, for me, is a delight; sometimes a memory is stirred that I wish had remained buried.
Holding the negatives to the light is to look through tiny tinted windows into other worlds and other times. I search for clues. I scan them. Stories are revealed – to myself /of myself – frame by frame.
I still have many more to go.