Don't Bury My Heart Here

This two-part film features a lone character who leads the viewer on a journey through the wastelands of the city. Using a strange, homemade device similar to a metal detector, he can tune into the voices of the trash. It seems that the frequency of this instrument is important, as the man is occupied with adjusting and twiddling his machine as it issues a range of sonic howls.

Moving through brownfield sites, industrial complexes, and domestic fly-tips, we meet a variety of odd-ball objects that, by way of the device, spill their stories.

In part two, a giant elephant teddy tells us of its feelings of abandonment upon losing Dad, a rain-soaked jacket speaks about its own incomprehensible disappearance in KFC, and a mobile phone laments the day "the man took me". These stories combine to create a fractured narrative or poem that speaks to the fate of all things thrown in the bin.

The two films employ stylistic approaches reminiscent of the kind of do-it-yourself, homespun videos you find on YouTube. The character speaks directly to the camera. He is not being filmed but rather films himself, switching between tripod and handheld shots, often walking indirectly after pressing 'record'