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@eilis.susannah

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puppets! puppets! puppets! did you know marionette making is an endangered craft in the uk? go forth and make and protect!

thanks to @tiggs.holls.smolls and the wonderful artists who put their hearts and souls (made of wool, wood and strings of course) into the weekend, thanks to @morbid.merriments for teaching us how to make marionettes from sustainable materials, thanks to @arp.faust for beautiful photos and even more beautiful energy, and thanks to @jessborderss, my favourite person to be silly with, i had the best weekend ever! by @eilis.susannah

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thank you @ffffaaaabian and maybush for my first boat sit! yoho! yoho! a pirate’s life for me! by @eilis.susannah

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somerset adventures! we, @absurdisttheatre performed at @fannyhatstand, we, @oorlaaaaaa_ @justpoppyjoy and @louisnealeart communed on the towpath, and i saw my family! feeling full and feeling grateful! 💫 by @eilis.susannah

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dancing for eadie’s christening, in the name of folk and fiddles. 🎻 thank you @peter.loader_, you wizard. by @eilis.susannah

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4 months ago

the maypole, by @jennyy.harker! by @eilis.susannah

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5 months ago

happy imbolc! by @eilis.susannah

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8 months ago

before, when we were in greece. by @eilis.susannah

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9 months ago

one thing i am letting go of… control.

one thing i am holding onto… my relationship to me, one of confidence, curiosity and patience.

one thing i am calling in… commitment to my art. by @eilis.susannah

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september, oh september. thank you for cornwall, for the pilgrimage for peace, for the hedgerows, for the hawthorn and the fern, for jess, for orla, for martha, for the sea, for theatre, for cakes and candles and birthday wishes, for friends, for feasts.

1st september ‘25.

i am in kernow. i am sitting next to a lighthouse, at the end of penzance’s pier, sharing the space with the sun, the sea, the wind, and a grumpy fisherman, who is reeling it in, catchless by the whistle of the rod. i am getting goosebumps, maybe from the cool sea breeze, or maybe because i am here again. we will be starting our pilgrimage tomorrow. more reflections to come…
i am in kernow. i am sitting in the crown pub, a cornish pilsner to my right (and a scary 2l bottle of water to my left, i am dreading the weight it is going to add to my bag), waiting for my fellow players. how am i feeling? nervous. i have never done anything like this before and i don’t quite know what to expect. i am nervous for how hard it might be, the walking, the weight, the cold nights, the sweaty (stinky) days, the performing… but, despite the little doubts, i feel… peaceful. something about knowing i am spending the new week walking through the cornish countryside, knowing that i will be falling asleep to the sound of crickets and raindrops, and waking up to the sound of birdsong, hearing more of nature’s silent song, than of chatter and traffic… i can take a deep breath, sighing it out with a smile. we haven’t even begun and i am already feeling my heart swell with gratitude that this opportunity came my way. by @eilis.susannah

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a year ago

rock and jess and me. by @eilis.susannah

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a year ago

in case you can’t read my handwriting… I don’t think we talk about it enough, the when and where of watching a film. The when and where of watching a film will often, if not always, affect the experience of watching. Me? I went to the Walthamstow Trades Hall to see OffBeat Folk Film Club’s screening of The Moon and the Sledgehammer, a documentary about the Page family, one of the last in a long line of off-grid agricultural families. Walthamstow Trades Hall is a community hall, dimly lit, save for the bar and the pool tables, comfy stackable chairs arranged in rows on a faded red, sticky carpet. The air smells of yeast and damp. It feels comforting, familiar, the place itself and the people who fill it, couples, singles, friends, bartenders, parents, etc… Something about the drinking of beer and the eating of pizza, the murmured chatter, the unfiltered laughter, leant itself to the amusing perplexity of this film. “Oily” Page and his four grown children lived in the south of England, with no gas, no electricity, and no running water, with only their organ, steam tractor, and each other. The film crew lived with them for a month, documenting their daily musings and activities. Their daily musings come out in thick, Sussex accents, sometimes making me think, sometimes making me laugh. The film is shot with a curious intimacy, the way a biologist or whoever might interact with a creature he does not know or recognise, but trusts won’t hurt him. He can get up close. Perhaps this is how we all felt watching it, watching humans being.

the screening was all the way back in january… better late than never! you can see where it is screening, or buy the film, here: https://themoonandthesledgehammer.com.

@offbeatfilm are also hosting a folk film festival in may, which @harriolo, @soph.cooke and i just submitted our film for! keep your eyes peeled! by @eilis.susannah

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