It was lights up on the 30th St John’s International Women’s Film Festival last night, and the next days and nights into Sunday are packed with screenings – both features…
When all was said and done, the Beardmore Hoax was just another instance of an all-too familiar tale. A handful of rusted man-made iron – two pieces of a broadsword,…
BY Eva Crocker
Suddenly ripples started appearing on the large screen, like you see on the surface on of a pond at the beginning of a downpour. On two of the smaller screens the tide tugged unfurled waves back out into the bay; another showed mint-coloured lichen on a grey rock; a third played water gurgling in and out of a tide pool. I could feel the bunny-rabbit thump of blood coursing through my heart and it was correlating with the steady tick in the soundscape.
““Delicate creatures of decoration” Watson’s women are not. These are hard-working matriarchs and daughters of fishing families.”