A retrospective of my films starts this week in London. It is a strange moment. Has that much time passed already? And just who is the stranger who did this stuff behind my back? A sort of necessary amnesia takes hold after a piece of work – one which has occupied every cell of the body for years - finally emerges into the collective light. Goodbye, one says silently, and good luck.
And then moves on.
Over the last couple of months I have had to revisit these earlier and more-or-less forgotten films in order to re-master them digitally. A certain kind of tenderness was the predominant emotion, as I witnessed the raw ambition of some of the work, combined with the stumbles of a beginner. It was nice to be able to make a few subtle improvements in the grading.
On Wednesday, Tilda Swinton and I will be on stage together to talk about ORLANDO. It feels as though a century has passed since we sat shoulder-to-shoulder in this way. But then, as the story covers four centuries, I guess it is all relative.
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