Hello again! Welcome to the third edition of ‘Zenrei’s Zone’, a newsletter dedicated to creation and contemplation. This time, I’ll be telling you about a short film that’s in the works.
Empathy & eternity
I have spent the last few weeks working on a script for a short-film adaptation of the book “Empathy & eternity” which, as I discussed in Zenrei’s Zone: II, charts the course of my father George Evans’ experience of evacuation during WWII, when alongside 3 million children in the UK, he was taken from his home (Liverpool) to the Shropshire countryside to evade Nazi bombing. I finished the first draft today.
After the pilgrimage, as I began to write my experience into a book, I gradually realised that there was too much visual beauty I wouldn’t be able to capture. Concluding that this meant I should do a film, I was perplexed. I’ve never filmed, nor do I have a digital camera. I’ve never really edited anything either…
Thankfully, I’ve managed to get some really talented people on board. We’ll be filming around the time of my 27th birthday at the end of July. It’s a seriously exciting project!!
My brother Leo in Shropshire at our camp, September 2022. Mirai Zoom 105 with Ilford 200.
Roots: Anthems of Astland
I left London at the end of January to have more resources to dedicate to my art. I then spent a few weeks in Paris and am now back living in the north. Whilst in Paris, I recorded a new EP at my friend Mosaique Sound’s studio, who recorded Storm on my most recent EP, ‘Polaroid’. The EP is focused on poetry, synths and field samples related to home in the north-west of England, collating and scoring a decade of poetry. Aiming to release in the near future and a premix is already done! Stay tuned. Here’s one of the poems - a sonnet celebrating a long-established friendship.
What happens to a weakened house
Whose owners long and long are gone
Where scurries here to there a mouse
In freedom roaming midst no-one?
As time goes on with strongest might
And reigns in fields of green and gold
There stands the house in barren blight
Amongst the hemlock, growing old.
But friendship’s now too strong to break,
No force shall break this house down now,
The years have taught us twain to take
Our rare encounters anyhow.
Our august love is sure to last
As budding flowers come to pass.
From the vaults
Preston Bus Station, 2021
‘Truth’ event poster
And another poem:
17:02 21-10-17 - You are
And what created you?
Clay wielders felt strong and assured
Forging mountains and empires –
A soft breath portrayed their chests into a calm image,
And so they turned to making art.
Gathering strength, they let white and black fall into a mould,
Then their lips smothered it with red
And their nature was green, so they added it too.
They took tree branches and their motion,
Grass and its nirvanity,
The sun and my beating heart,
And the rare grey of silver moons.
Lovingly, they respired sweet smoke
Over hills and cairns,
Oceans and skies...
And all of this was
Rendered incarnate
In your knowing form.
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Love,
Zenrei