Douglas Gordon had a fabulous premiere at the Haus der Berliner Festspiele for the 76th Berlinale.
Following on from that was a selection of very enthusiastic reviews:

“Decidedly low-fi, loud, brash and clearly intentionally chaotic but with a clear narrative arc, crafted by editor Kieran Gosney” — Vladan Petkovic, Cineuropa
“Seamlessly interweaves spontaneous actions, everyday moments, and performative poses… the rigorous condensation of hundreds of hours of footage heightens the inner tension of the deliberately raw visuals” — Lida Bach, Moviebreak.de
"...the most significant film at the Berlinale... The film captivated my senses and left me inconsolably excited" — Martin Razhdashki in Atrakcia
“Watch this extraordinary film full of music… wonderful!” — Tue Steen Müller, filmkommentaren.dk
“The director has gone deep into the belly of the beast… as close as you can come to watching a major artist in full flow.” — Geoffrey Macnab, Business Doc Europe
“Moments of authenticity and directness… that hardly any film at this Berlinale has reached.” — Art in Berlin
“Quite surprising, intimate, and avant-garde… its resonance is profound.” — Kim Hyo-jeong, film critic


Political battles and the furore over Berlinale’s piss-poor stance on the ongoing genocide of Palestinians (free Palestine, obviously) meant that the light shon more brightly on explicitly political films that spoke to currently identifiable issues in the news media (what people like to call “urgent” and I often think of as more “undeveloped”) leaving little focus for films like Douglas Gordon by Douglas Gordon. This film is, of course, also political - as all art is political - but in more subtle ways. A working class Scottish artist, who broke barriers of class to become both infatuated and cursed by the gaze of the London-centric art world, battling with the documentation of his life and stuck within the whirling personas he’s built for himself, while the Intractable tug of competing responsibilities tears at him. Is it the crucible of great art for artists like Douglas to live a childlike libertarian art-life, as argued by Herbert Read in To Hell With Culture, or do Douglas’ responsibilities as a parent supersede that? What is our moral responsibility as observers of art, when the production of that art involves psychological toil and suffering? Should we let artists battle their demons in their studio as long as the product enhances the beauty of the world, or is there a duty of care to protect artists' minds from themselves?

I remember a context studies class in art college, in which the lecturer criticised the idea that art must be born through suffering. We then proceeded to read an extract from Eat, Pray, Love… While I think art can be born from joy as well as suffering, I countered by saying I would rather read Ernest Hemingway or Sylvia Plath than Elizabeth Gilbert, and frankly it’s like comparing apples and apple-flavoured bubblegum. Is suffering a necessity? No, but frequently the drive to create great art gets tangled in the vines of self-destruction, and sometimes that’s the only path it can take. This is the most intimate politics of art, because when you walk into a gallery to marvel at a work of art, you might be witnessing the psychological torment of a real individual. Although the shared distress might lessen your own, you get to exit through the gift shop and go home - the artist’s pain is still up there on the plinths and walls, and in their mind, forever.

I don’t know the answer to any of this, but I know that Douglas Gordon by Douglas Gordon depicts these questions in a fresh and dynamic vision, and gets underneath the polished exterior of modern art in ways that an endless parade of artist documentaries, magazine articles and biographies have papered over with platitudes. The punk attitude of the film against those platitudes is political in itself, as I see the art world threatened by not just economic destruction, but the destruction of the complexity and radical empathy which is at its core - replaced with simplification, commodification and authoritarianism.

I’m glad “art is political” was the rallying cry that came out of Berlinale, but I worry about the idea that art must wear politics on its sleeve. If all art is political, we need to find ways to articulate politics not just through explicit messaging, but also through poetry, surreality, abstraction, and contradiction - or any other indirect route through hearts and minds. The purest art is in conveying the ineffable, and the endless 24 hour news cycle and social media tsunami shows us that explicit political messaging is persistently effable. There are political nuances to individual experience beyond the headlines. As individual pain and dehumanisation is the end result of the corruption and failure of politics, so then must the creative expression of the depth of that pain and human experience be considered of equal ‘urgency’ as the direct critique of the politics that led them there.

During the editing of Douglas Gordon by Douglas Gordon, I found three principles from Douglas' art mirrored my own work: gathering, noticing and discovery. Like much of Douglas' art, these principles start from a simple basis, but lead the mind off on circuitous paths to the profound. In a monologue near the beginning of the film, Douglas explains his studio as a locus of artistic gathering, most visible in the form of words and phrases scribbled on his studio kitchen wall - for example "west end girls", "they got what they deserved" and perhaps the crux of the film "close your eyes, see how it feels". These scraps of meaning are pulled from conversations around his kitchen table and, as Douglas explains, might become significant pieces in neon or "in a form that hasn't been invented yet." These words and phrases sit in his head and on his walls, their significance not yet fulfilled, until something clicks and they become the basis for visual art, a process that Douglas says can take decades. This act of noticing the insignificant and making it significant becomes important later in the film, when Douglas expresses the influence of the repeated sample at the core of the composition Jesus Blood Never Failed Me by Gavin Bryars. Douglas says this exemplifies the practice of noticing - in this case, Bryars’ attention to the plaintive singing of a man living rough in London. The singing, from someone ignored by society, becomes the centre point of orchestral arrangement, the voice and the person singing becoming significant.

These processes of noticing and gathering are the two steps along a path of discovery, which Douglas expresses as a kind of oneiric mind state in opposition to excessive rationality imposed by some elements of society, in a diatribe against a "psy-fucking-chia-fucking-trist" who once said he was "living in a dreamworld". There's an obvious absurdity in criticising a conceptual artist for living in a dreamworld, and I think the audience is probably sympathetic to Douglas when he says that he went to art school "to say fuck you" to such people, those who don't take a chance on "discovery".

In the edit, the image chosen to convey Douglas' mindset at this point in the film was a red boat bobbing on the water from his 1995 video artwork Remote Viewing 13.05.94 (Horror Movie). When I first saw this work amongst the archive, I was struck by its power but couldn't articulate exactly why I found it so stirring. When constructing this particular sequence, however, the image seemed to contain the right conceptual and emotional meaning to communicate the mind of Douglas at that stage of the story. A vivid but lonely object, held but still moving, on an unknown body of shimmering water. It comes within a montage of Douglas' work (bloodshot eyes, a deliriously strobing Glasgow chip shop, red curtains blowing, fingers beckoning) which aims to sync up the viewer’s mind with that of Douglas at this key moment in his emotional journey. Crucially, these images appear not as a reference to a specific phase of Gordon's practice (their chronology and origin undefined) but function purely as emotional and psychological storytelling devices. The means by which I came upon these images and selected it for this purpose was the process of gathering, noticing and discovery.

This is essentially what editing is, or should be. You gather material, in this case the collective video work of Douglas Gordon, you watch it over and over and try to notice what significance lies behind the presentation, how it makes you feel and think in the moment and across the editing process, and you open yourself to the Gordonian sense of discovery. You often just throw things against the timeline and see what sticks - similar to how, in the film, Douglas drops a lightbulb, which won’t screw into its socket, that smashes against a mirror on the floor in a moment of sudden and improvisational creative destruction that surprises even him.

A more conventional edit might use the red boat to illustrate a specific period or style of Douglas' work. Maybe the red boat meant something to Douglas when he made it and could elucidate his working life when he created this image or chart the course of his artistic development? I don’t find that particularly interesting or dramatic. What can be dramatic, though, is to follow Douglas' state of mind through the course of the film's conflicts - at this point, he is at the end of his tether, stuck between rational responsibilities and the creative chaos of his art, and a few scenes later he's going to declare he no longer wants to continue to live life this way - and use associative imagery as emotionally expressive beats that add weight to his words, not simply explain or illustrate them. As Douglas states, the psy-fucking-chia-fucking-trist (representative of anyone who ever stood in the way of his artistic impulse) needs to "go to sleep" and "ask themselves who [they] are". The audience needs to do the same, to go with Douglas into the limbic land of associative waking dreams that forms the crucible of his art.

Dreaming is the most pure gathering, noticing and discovery that we're capable of - our brain surprises itself with images and sounds from our waking life and reconfigures them into a new order that may allow us to process our emotions and actions in ways that our conscious mind prevents us. Fellini once said in an interview for Rolling Stone that “talking about dreams is like talking about movies, since the cinema uses the language of dreams... that solemn, almost religious ritual of stepping into the realm of visions, as when you go to sleep and start to dream." When editing is closer to a dream state than a waking state, a film can open up in miraculous ways, as the audience is given associative free rein to react, connect and question the visuals without being tethered to some rational course of images, events or explanation. For me, the rational world of the psy-fucking-chia-fucking-trist is this anchor of factual editing holding down so much documentary; so afraid of the risks of open discovery that it would rather bore an audience into an obedient stupor than bore into the empathetic mind of subject and viewer.

I felt the red boat needed to be there because listening to Douglas' words and looking at the red boat on the water made me feel like I believe Douglas' felt when he said the word “discovery”. Douglas likely wasn't thinking of a red boat when he said the word, but when I hear him say it and see the red boat I feel as if I can think like Douglas. Although there's a nudge in a direction from the succession of images, their rhythm and prominence, as well as the associated speech, there's no intention that every viewer should feel exactly the same way. The image and its partners could strike them differently, and that's not only fine but desirable.

A thought that recurred often during this edit was how little I cared for the overwhelming majority of documentaries about artists. I have only ever seen a small handful of such films that come close to the experience of the art itself. Great artists exist in a world of pure subjective expression, a fascinating place they invite us to enter where we simultaneously try to connect with their mind and go deeper into our own. But what are the three most common modes in art documentaries? Either sit down interviews, the realistic representation of the artist at work in actuality/archive, or a series of appeals to authority from experts and familiars - usually some mixture of all three. While these techniques can be illuminating, they are often supposed to reach some kind of profundity through sheer accumulation, but end up feeling like a celebratory confetti of facts to distract the audience from realising they haven’t experienced anything of substance. It's like being walked into a gallery and having your head thrust straight at the blurb on the walls. Turn your head instead to any portrait in that gallery and you’ll see a poetic rendering of the external that illuminates the internal, not the presentation of the external in and of itself.

Douglas Gordon by Douglas Gordon is not just a portrait of the artist as we see him, but also of his way of thinking, feeling and looking - a vision of what Douglas sees when he closes his eyes. His work is never deployed to explain or historicise, but summoned when it can immerse us in his psychology or convey his emotions. When Douglas is asked why he does the things he does - burn, destroy, copy and manipulate - it isn't Finlay the director that asks, or some academic insight from a talking head, but Douglas' daughter. The answer he gives isn't as an artist, but as a father. When Douglas and Finlay argue about the making of the film, we don't hear from someone else as to Douglas' temper and complex relationship with the documentation of his life, we see Douglas blowing children's bubbles out the window and cut to archive of Douglas taping his face into distortion for his 1996 piece The Making of Monster. That's the film trying to get into your head through Douglas' head. The film is about, as Douglas says, "the things people don't know that are important to [him]", and what is important to the subject of a documentary is not, despite its dominance in the form, the facts of their lives, but rather the inner workings of their mind and perception.

Ask yourself what you would most like the world to understand about you, and I'm sure you won't think of some fact that can be observed externally, but will instead land on some thought or feeling that, although significant to your sense of self, you struggle to have acknowledged by others. This, I think, is what Douglas is playing with when he harangues Finlay at the start of the film about not knowing his middle name, or the day of the week he was born. He knows full well that far too many documentaries, as suspenseful and sensational as they can be, are obsessed with a logical sequencing of events and the clarity of external observations - closer to a dramatic reading of Wikipedia than true cinema. What people don't know, and what I truly believe they long for in non-fiction as they do in fiction, is the answer to a question Douglas loves to be asked - "what did you dream?" The answer is inevitably a boat ride of discovery.

With Douglas Gordon by Douglas Gordon premiering at the 76th Berlin International Film Festival in Panorama Dokumente, I’m excited to see how audiences respond to this shared dream state.

I've always thought that director Eilidh Munro made a fabulous film with A Long Winter. A brave and uncompromising look at the realities of human control over their environment that confronts the viewer with things they'd rather ignore. It hadn't taken hold in the festival market though, perhaps due to that harsh reality on-screen (although there's no violence per-se, there is extremely bloody scenes of cutting up deer corpses) or the difficult and stoic central character. So it was a surprise that it was nominated for a BAFTA, and an even greater surprise that it actually won, particularly with such stiff competition in the widely acclaimed Clean and multi-BAFTA winning animators Ainslie Henderson and Will Anderson's Shackleton.

I was absolutely thrilled, as it felt like a vindication of all the tough decisions that Eilidh made to create a film that resisted the standard documentary formula and all the recent trends in documentary that I find so tiresome: 'likeable' characters, explanation over immersion, ever-present voiceover, directors inserting themselves in the story, and surface-level thematics.

I hope this win gives the film a new jolt of life and more people are able to see it. It stands as one of my favourite editing experiences and, along with Crannog - with which it shares similar qualities - one of the short films I'm most proud of working on.

The Herald has picked out The Hermit of Treig as one of the best Scottish films of 2022 alongside Charlotte Wells' Aftersun and Hassan Nazers' Winners. 

"For this fascinating documentary about solitude and, ultimately, friendship, Oban-based restaurateur-turned-filmmaker Lizzie MacKenzie turns her camera on Ken Smith, the hermit of the title, who has lived off-grid lived for years in a log cabin in Lochaber. The filming period was lengthy and took in the period of Covid lockdowns – not that they affected Smith much – so it was only this year that MacKenzie’s film finally saw the light of day in its finished form, winning the Audience Award at the 2022 Glasgow Film Festival in March."

Check out the trailer below

After winning the Audience Award at the Glasgow Film Festival, The Hermit of Treig has scooped the Best Single Documentary award at the 2022 Scottish Baftas.

Producer Naomi Spiro and Director Lizzie McKenzie gave charming acceptance speeches which you can view here

​I had the great pleasure of working with Cinetopia and artist Yulia Kovanova to create a three-screen looped film for the installation I Ken Whaur, which premiered at the French Institute in Edinburgh and is set to tour the country in the new year.

We worked with the National Library of Scotland's vast video archive of documentary and amateur film depicting the work and daily lives of Scottish islanders and highlanders, from as early as the 1910's all the way up to the 1980's. The film evokes the connection between the land, the people and their language, focusing on how the clearances and later population decline affected the communities.

​The 14 minute film operates as a continuous loop, that depicts the arrival, cultivation of land and generational struggle, as the land empties of people only to be reclaimed again. The film was created alongside a fantastic soundtrack of traditional folk song, in Gaelic, Scots and English, curated and adapted by progressive folk band Dowally. Alongside the exhibition, there was a live performance 

The reactions from visitors to the exhibition were incredible, including some tears, and it was a joy to have access to such incredible footage, particularly the film The Shepherds of Berneray, by Allen Moore and Jack Shea, which formed the backbone of the film. I'm looking forward to the installation travelling far and wide, particularly to the communities depicted.

You can read more about the exhibition in The Scotsman here

The hybrid documentary animated feature A Cat Called Dom, which I edited, has won the Powell & Pressburger Award for Best Film at the 2022 Edinburgh International Film Festival.

Considering the competition, it was quite a surprise, and the positive reactions to the film have been really great to read and hear. 


This is what the jury had to say about the film:

“It’s better to miss Naples than to hit Margate” was Powell & Pressburger’s motto, suggesting the imagination, daring, risk taking and wit that marked their films. Their special collaboration was also grounded in deeply human stories and the belief that life can be magic.

For these reasons the jury are pleased to award The Powell & Pressburger Award for Best Feature to Will Anderson & Ainslie Henderson’s A Cat Called Dom."

Accepting the award, directors Anderson and Henderson said:

​“To screen our first feature at EIFF was an honor… but to take away the first Powell & Pressburger Award is just so special. A Cat Called Dom is a film about embracing failure… after EIFF it now feels much more like a success.”

The Oil Machine directed by Emma Davie will premiere at Sheffield DocFest 2022 on June 25th

From Screen Scotland:

​The Oil Machine explores our economic, historical and emotional entanglement with oil by looking at the conflicting imperatives around North Sea oil. This invisible machine at the core of our economy and society now is now up for question as activists and investors demand change. Is this the end of oil?   

The Oil Machine reveals the hidden infrastructure of oil from the offshore rigs and the buried pipelines to its flow through the stock markets of London. As the North Sea industry struggles to meet the need to cut carbon emissions, oil workers see their livelihoods under threat, and investors seek to protect their assets. Meanwhile a younger generation of climate activists are catalysed by the signs of impending chaos, and the very real threat of global sea level rises. The Oil Machine explores the complexities of transitioning away from oil and gas as a society and considers how quickly can we do it?

I was the assistant editor on The Oil Machine

The Oil Machine is a Sonja Henrici Creates Production for BBC Scotland and supported by The National Lottery through Screen Scotland.

Sheffield DocFest Screenings:

• Sat 25 June 15:30-17.27 + Conversation (Showroom – Bertha DocHouse Screen 3)
• Mon 27 June 20:00-21.42 (Odeon – Screen 1)
• Tues 28 June 10:15-11:57 (Showroom -Bertha DocHouse Screen 3)

The Hermit of Treig won the audience voting award at the 2022 Glasgow Film Festival, out of seven films nominated. 

​Director Lizzie MacKenzie said: “Wow wow wow! As if it wasn’t an honour enough as a Highland lassie to premier my first film at Glasgow Film Festival, winning the audience award is just magic.I’m so chuffed that Ken has charmed the audiences much like he charmed me during our first ever encounter that sparked his whole thing off. Now for the long hike into the woods to break the news over a glass of birch wine! From all Team Hermit, a massive thanks.”

The Hermit of Treig releases to cinemas on March 25th, and the broadcast version is available on BBC iPlayer. 

​I co-edited the film with Ling Lee. ​