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TEASER SHOWREEL - Jacinta Wolfe-Murray

"Prejudice" - Producer + Casting Director  + Art Director

"Come To Me" - Producer + Casting Director + Art Director

"Jaguar Redux" - Producer + Casting Director + Art Director

"Perfect Peaches" - 1st AD + Set Dresser.

"Providence Park" - Assistant to Art Director.

"Elite Special Bookings Promo" - Assistant to Stylist.

“Ache” and “Hide” FKA TWIGS - Asst Producer. 

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To share or not to share

Moving closer 

Anticipation…deliberation

    She copies the key

  And wonders

  Will he rob the sunshine from her window

  Shine it into the corners she wanted to remain undiscovered….

    Will he laugh at things she will be bashful about or be puzzled when she laughs at things….

  Which side of the bed will he lay his angel head…and who will rise first yawning….

  She holds the key tween thumb and finger sits at the stormwater grate ..to think..and wait…

    There will be more …than pants on the floor, a wallet and phone on a bedside table…..

    This is her room…her precious piece of territory  5 metres by 4....

a bed on the floor…

    And now he will invade every space….no quiet place to retreat from this intensity…

    Where will she go when their voices scratch eachother’s peace in the night and hearts become a clenched fist?

  Where will she lie to dream of him and wish that he was there …all the time…if he IS there…..?

  And then…there is the night…when she sheds her skin and darkness bares her soul like a curtain call……

    How can she let him see….

She drops the key….

  Even though

The backstage rumour that she loves him…

   is true…

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end game

She was burnt…the discovery of touch like treacle…nails pressed gently into her back…and she wanted him..long after…intimate moments coated in grey…silent whispers…everyday the same inane domesticity…so she watched as it all caught fire…not so unusual…then scream…it didn’t seem to matter..the way it was…futile in its comparison…she never told him…let her be silent….while she lives a secret life inside her head…she abhors the old questions…adores the new….there’s nothing like the finish…it is never the end she said…he laughed….she wanted to capture his expression in a jar like a firefly to observe later…and winter bites my moods…frays the edges of my compassion…she tries to tell him with her tortured eyes…no words…where did it all go…and he pushes her away…no words…there is always the temptation ..a moment of eyes…and then the insanity of being…swallows…screams…and the sensation drags her down the stairs…his desire doesn’t quite fit her anymore…stop…standstill…why don’t we go…just the two of us…why don’t we go away..go away…her old lament..turned melancholic reverie…he doesn’t know we’re playing the end game…keep walking..one foot after the other…she can’t explain that the end is not the finish…there was never a time like this…something floating in the air..waiting for  words to give it substance…but somehow it never got its day…she smiled…when he realised…the crime already bled…unspoken.   

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Switch 3 ” Come To Me” Music Promo Producer/1st AD/Casting/Art Direction and Location Management