In a matter of days, the number of people I could see from my living room window plummeted. The bustling crowds, the beach-goers and the coffee shop regulars vanished. The starkness of the streets below led me to think about how intensely we control the public space; how our movements stream through it with the routines we play out, over and over again. And so, left looking out at empty pavements, the city felt lifeless.

 

However, after a while, I slowly started to notice the smaller movements that remained, the movements that were not immediately obvious when competing against the vibrancy of our everyday lives. I noticed the birds dancing between the rooftops, and the flower basket gently swaying in the wind, hanging from the ledge of the pub opposite, that had been shut for months. From this, I decided to make a short film that acknowledged and celebrated the beauty in these movements that remained.