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The Witch from Jay Stelling on Vimeo.
(Title)
Let me set the scene: Gloomy Yorkshire, drizzling rain in the sleepy town.

(Chapter 1: The Maker)
5:30 am, the Storyteller wakes.
In the hermit's loft, she prepares for another day of making.
Bodies and parts, segments, pieces.
Magic happens in the quiet studio when nobody else is around.
Busy fingers sculpting, awakening the corpses. Frankenstein's monster.

(Chapter 2: Collections)
Collections, Curiosities. All that she gathers are treasures.
Precious finds, her pirate's loot.
Each item a memory, perhaps, from another person, another story.
She is the observer. Appreciating the Craft. Her fellow makers, the coven.
Sharing energy. Casting spells.
Those old photos of mysterious, lost souls.
Cameras once used and travelled, now stored. Sacred.

(Chapter 3: The Challenge)
The same ritual, she got lost in the forest. All the trees became the same.
Blizzard. Maze. Labyrinth.
An escape route, she changes the ritual and explores once again.
A different approach, fresh eyes now.

(Chapter 4: The Journey)
Crows caw by the window, the black cat watches.
The witch longs to touch the trees and run through the forest,
but today, like most days, she has art to make.
Typing of keys. Cackling witch.

(Chapter 5: Weakness)
Pages turning. Falling in, her weakness.
Trapped, squished. Too much!
Carefully, this time, watch your step. A treacherous path.

(Chapter 6: Passion)
Touch. A passion to feel the textures of life.
The maker holds in her hand, the thing.
The object. The figurine. The doll. The puppet. The prop.
Feeling the power, the spirit, the magic.

(Chapter 7: The Future)
Ambitions, where she'll go once she leaves the nest.
She will make magic, she decides.
She will continue making but will make BETTER and BIGGER than before.
A Queen, a creator, a magical Shaman.
She puts on her cape, looks into the abyss.
Leans forward, eyes open not closed.
A witch.