A few years ago, I went to an open-air cinema in another country. The screen was stretched out onto the side of a building and we sat in plastic chairs, drinking warm beer. Bats flicked around us, which concerned me a little, but then I remembered that they are just mice with wings, claws and fangs. Part-way through the film, I looked up and saw the beam of light thrusting out in a long triangle from the projector to the wall. Within the beam, all the little images were hurtling along to their curtain call.
Morwenna Kearsley’s practice explores the physical and psychological issues around performance and voice through photography, moving image and text.