Inspiration for Seas of Snow by Kerensa Jennings

It started in a dark, closed room. Me, alone with some police evidence tapes, spooling through images. Marking up time codes, the numbers burnt into the pictures in a hidden way the public can’t see when they’re transmitted on TV.

Making notes of useful shots we could make into sequences. Seeing with my own eyes the evidence of what happened. What he did. What that man did.