Film maker Carol Morley has done something quite remarkable with her new film. "Dreams of a Life" makes us care about a woman who nobody seemed to care about, so much so that when she died in her flat in London in 2003, sheÌýwasn't found for three years. The death of Joyce Vincent is shocking. The headlines of the newspapers in 2006 carried the grisly story of the skeleton of a woman found in her bedsit, surrounded by wrapped Christmas presents, and with the tv still on. The television being still on seemed to affect a lot of us. That, and the heating too being on. How could this have happened? How could someone die and no one notice?
Carol said she saw a newspaper report when she was sitting on the Tube and got thinking about who this woman could have been? She turned into a bit of a detective, tracking down Joyce's friends, former work colleagues and lovers. They all had the same reaction - how could it have been Joyce? While the newspaper reports only showed the exterior of her grim bedsit, there were no photos of the dead woman. Carol pieces together who she was, and what is even more shocking is just how beautiful, vivacious, and downright sexy she was.ÌýInterweaving interviews with old friends and work colleagues, and imagined scenes from Joyce's life, played by actress Zawe Ashton, I sat at my computer yesterday for 90 mins straight and watched this film. It made meÌýweep for a woman I didn't know and for a society that could let someone disappear so easily. It's time we filled in those cracks people can so easily fall down.Ìý
"Dreams of a Life" is at the QFT Belfast from 30th December.
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This photoÌýwas taken recently in Belfast. It's off one of the main streets in the city centre, away from the twinkling Christmas lights.Ìý At first you see the dirt, the graffiti on the walls, the cardboard. ThenÌýthe neatly placed shoes, and then the toothbrush. This is someone's home. Or at least where they sleep at night. Their patch in the heart of the city centre.ÌýAccording to local homeless figures it is estimated that 30-40 people are sleeping rough in Belfast at any given time.Ìý The shoes break my heart, placed the way most of us place our slippers under the bed. Word has it that the street cleanersÌýalways put this person's shoes & toothbrush back in place. That's dignity.
This photo is even more compelling when you find out that it , and all the others making up the Hidden Voices exhibition at the Red Barn Gallery, wereÌýshot by people who used to be homeless. They knew where to look. They've been there. In the squats, behind dumpsters, in doorways. And they protect the person.ÌýYou don't see their faces. There's no obvious signs to identify where they are. It's an unsaid code of honour.
When one of the photos shows a homeless man's tent has been slashed, you sense the protectiveness of the photographers, desperate to show the horror of sleeping rough, but also keenly aware of not giving away this person's patch. One squat showing a dirty mattress surrounded by rubbish is I'm told is in a leafy residential area of South Belfast. The man whoÌýtook the photoÌýtells meÌýyou can't capture the smell.
These images are only weeks old. Shot by men and women who aren't trained photographers but who got a chance to work on a remarkable project.ÌýBelfast's Westcourt Centre's Hidden Voices" projectÌýaims to capture and share the personal experiences of people who are homeless or have been homeless.ÌýThe images show what it's like to be sleeping rough or staying in temporary accommodation. They are socially isolated. You don't get more socially isolated than becoming homeless.
They say we're never more than 2 to 3 paycheques away from being homeless.ÌýThese photos are a soberingÌýand moving insight into the lives of people in our city tonight, tomorrow night, and the next, and the next.......Ìý
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