For the dispossessed, the excluded, the condemned… exiled by our own preferences.’ – B.B.
‘A cohesive Baillie song of sound and light, a flowing visual essay. Bruce has made the transition from the film to the video format without compromising the beauty of the image… it begins with a canvas of blended, delicate colour. Soft violet and pale yellow are separated by a whitish area, and water drips, very fresh, down the silvery texture of a window screen.’- Kathleen Connor
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