Filmmaker Statement

I’m 7yrs-old, at my grandmother’s house, climbing onto the kitchen counter to reach the boiled sweets jar. I run to the sunroom and hide out, sucking for dear life. I’m eavesdropping on my great-grandmother as she knits and bickers violently with her best friend, Tilly – a local witch who can remove a wart with a 50p coin. Tilly says she can see a Victorian-looking man with wispy white hair standing in the garden. My great-grandmother cannot. Nor can I... I’m now 38yrs-old, sucking my first mint Humbug in over thirty years – when suddenly, I’m back in the sunroom. Only this time, I can see a Victorian-looking man... with wispy white hair...