Before Wonders in the Grey became a series of spoken-word films and stories, there was Wonder in the Grey. There is no narration and no conventional story — only a song held against one unchanging image. Looking back, it feels less like an explanation of the practice than an early attempt to feel my way towards it. The central contrast was already there: grey did not mean that everything was hopeless, and wonder did not require the grey to disappear.
I have become wary of stories that transform hardship into something beautiful merely because the ending is hopeful. Difficulty does not become good because we survive it. What interests me is the possibility that curiosity, imagination, kindness, beauty or meaning can exist alongside difficult circumstances without cancelling them out. This early piece expressed some of that before I had fully developed the language for it — closer to a visual and musical statement of intent than to the more deliberate films that followed.