Ed Alcock


The Wait

"The Wait starts with an image. A boy, waiting at the edge of a field, shrouded in mist. It’s not clear from the scene, but I know he’s waiting for his father. A father who never appears. How do I know? No idea, I just know — it’s my dream after all.

Am I the boy? The father? Or a spectator, like someone sitting in a movie theatre waiting for the action to begin?"


The Wait