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Jenny is a chronic Sleepwalker...(see below for the full story)
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DIRECTOR - James Moore
PRODUCER - Ersan Beskardes, Jon Stanford
PRODUCTION COMPANY - Make Films
DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY -Dave Miller
FOCUS PULLER - Pete Bateson
MOVI OP - Jack Peagem
GAFFER - Nela Resler
ART DIRECTOR/WARDROBE - Poppy Walton
EDITOR - James Moore
ASSISTANT EDITOR - Dan Hearn
COLOURIST - Duncan Russell
GRADING COMPANY - Freefolk
POST PRODUCTION COMPANY - Make Films
VFX - Pebble Studios
CAST - Louise Stewart
DIRECTOR'S REPRESENTATION - Make Films
LABEL - Full Time Hobby
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Jenny is a chronic Sleepwalker who lives by the sea on England's south east coast and takes somnambulant dawn walks along eerily quiet beaches.
By day Jenny is an artist who loves to sit close to the shore and sketch the world around her, cradled by dunes and wild grasses and getting lost in nature and the rich inner worlds it inspires.
Life hasn't always been a walk on the beach. She's well acquainted with the roller coaster of doubt and pleasure that many people ride and she once took the life of a man she had loved very much, but on days like today she lies on her back behind a tattered orange windbreak. She watches the sky and wraps herself in old blankets and in the sound of the wind.
Occasionally she sleeps and dreams of colour and light.
She once woke at midnight standing waist deep in a rising tide, looking out to sea as moonlight fell on the waves. She didn't feel the cold at all but felt that she was eight separate selves. Hovering like fleshy drones above the seawater.
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Lyrics:
The morning sun is a soft reminder
The graceful arc of a kind word
The curvature of your naked body
The songs you make at night
The crooked throat of an old survivor
The pain we feel when we feel free
The weekend lost on a pointless labour
Talking in your sleep
Oh and the shapes you’re making
Oh when you are sleepwalking
Oh and you are vibrating
I listen what you’re saying
Everything is up in the air like a bird without a home
Everything is all in the mind if you see things that way
Everything is harder to do if it’s either wrong or right
The songs you make at night
Nothing is a thing you can do if you hold on to yourself
Nowhere is a place in the world where no-one knows you
Nothing is a thing you can be if you hold your failures tight
The moves you make at night
Oh and the shapes you’re making
Oh when you are sleepwalking
Oh and you are vibrating
I listen what you’re saying
The morning sun is a soft reminder
The graceful arc of a kind word
The curvature of your naked body
The songs you make at night
Oh and the shapes you’re making
Oh when you are sleepwalking
Oh and you are vibrating
I listen what you’re saying
Oh and you are vibrating
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DIRECTOR - James Moore
PRODUCER - Ersan Beskardes, Jon Stanford
PRODUCTION COMPANY - Make Films
DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY -Dave Miller
FOCUS PULLER - Pete Bateson
MOVI OP - Jack Peagem
GAFFER - Nela Resler
ART DIRECTOR/WARDROBE - Poppy Walton
EDITOR - James Moore
ASSISTANT EDITOR - Dan Hearn
COLOURIST - Duncan Russell
GRADING COMPANY - Freefolk
POST PRODUCTION COMPANY - Make Films
VFX - Pebble Studios
CAST - Louise Stewart
DIRECTOR'S REPRESENTATION - Make Films
LABEL - Full Time Hobby
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Jenny is a chronic Sleepwalker who lives by the sea on England's south east coast and takes somnambulant dawn walks along eerily quiet beaches.
By day Jenny is an artist who loves to sit close to the shore and sketch the world around her, cradled by dunes and wild grasses and getting lost in nature and the rich inner worlds it inspires.
Life hasn't always been a walk on the beach. She's well acquainted with the roller coaster of doubt and pleasure that many people ride and she once took the life of a man she had loved very much, but on days like today she lies on her back behind a tattered orange windbreak. She watches the sky and wraps herself in old blankets and in the sound of the wind.
Occasionally she sleeps and dreams of colour and light.
She once woke at midnight standing waist deep in a rising tide, looking out to sea as moonlight fell on the waves. She didn't feel the cold at all but felt that she was eight separate selves. Hovering like fleshy drones above the seawater.
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Lyrics:
The morning sun is a soft reminder
The graceful arc of a kind word
The curvature of your naked body
The songs you make at night
The crooked throat of an old survivor
The pain we feel when we feel free
The weekend lost on a pointless labour
Talking in your sleep
Oh and the shapes you’re making
Oh when you are sleepwalking
Oh and you are vibrating
I listen what you’re saying
Everything is up in the air like a bird without a home
Everything is all in the mind if you see things that way
Everything is harder to do if it’s either wrong or right
The songs you make at night
Nothing is a thing you can do if you hold on to yourself
Nowhere is a place in the world where no-one knows you
Nothing is a thing you can be if you hold your failures tight
The moves you make at night
Oh and the shapes you’re making
Oh when you are sleepwalking
Oh and you are vibrating
I listen what you’re saying
The morning sun is a soft reminder
The graceful arc of a kind word
The curvature of your naked body
The songs you make at night
Oh and the shapes you’re making
Oh when you are sleepwalking
Oh and you are vibrating
I listen what you’re saying
Oh and you are vibrating
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