Prelude to an unmade film portrait of my Auntie Nellie at the age of 85. The images of Auntie Nellie in her new flat are taken from rolls of B&W film which were home processed and ‘went wrong’. Religious icons, memorabilia, the TV set and wallpaper patterns all dissolve from positive to negative and back again, and the song says:
I’m developing my pictures / my mind, my darkroom.
The proof I’m searching for / will be made clear soon… – T.B.