Human walks slowly but surely across the dried bed of a wide river in the drizzle. The rocks are of varying size but are a blanket. Trees surround the banks of the rock river and mountain tops lie past them. The human wears a tracksuit which worn through then embellished by necessity with wool and cotton. He sets two drums and a cymbal on a rock and begins to play a simple beat in accord with the soundtrack, sound inspired by the natural world, in awe of it but resolutely human and euphoric. Who does he play for? He plays for himself within the world. He plays in awe of what surrounds him and in joy of his own ability to perceive. He is celebrating and exhibiting himself. He makes me glad to have eyes and ears.
A woman attempting, by hand in futility, to stem the pulsing flow of oil from a hole in the interior wall of a house which will inevitably overcome her. A lonely figure rowing his metallic, angular canoe through swamps and river systems by moonlight creating a sense of silent, aggressive determination.
A mother, a father and the children they made sit around a campfire surrounded by darkness. They toast marshmallow's happily. I lonely figure moves towards them unseen from a distance. He lurks and watches. The family begin to consume the mallows they have toasted, the initial enjoyment turns to pain as the melted, gluey mallow expands in their mouths, bubbling, flowing up and over their faces preventing their breath, the benign influence of the lurking figure who suddenly pounces and tears at one child's jugular with his teeth killing the child.
The at times pixelated, over saturated imagery and pulsating, loud music combined with the fast cuts create a ritual sacrificial atmosphere. Where a figures influence is powerful enough to suffocate those around it. I like the idea of people being murdered by their gluttony.