“Meet Me at The Edge started from the physical experience of living on the edge of the land… “
– Mercedes Kemp, Writer & Founding Artist
Meet Me at The Edge started from the physical experience of living on the edge of the land. At a time like no other. The monotony of lockdown was punctuated by daily walks on the cliffs of Botallack, where I’ve lived for more than forty years. In all weathers. A meditative time. As the first lockdown eased, Mydd, Vicky, Josh and Julie joined the daily walks. They too, had been walking, but now we could do it together. We walked and walked, we found new paths, we observed weather changes, the colours of the sea, its textures. It was like an affirmation of belonging, of being of the place. We started to consider the meanings of living on the edge, the tension between isolation and connectedness. We thought of other edges. The edge of solitude and loneliness, the edge of love, the edge of tolerance and endurance, the edge of meaning, the edge of belonging. Out of these conversations the idea emerged of a meeting of people at the edge of the cliff. At this time of great uncertainty, we could stand together at the edge of the world and speak out what the edge meant to us. A small assembly of hope. A simple act of solidarity. We reached out to people across Cornwall and beyond asking the question: What is your edge? We experimented with the form, creating an immersive binaural soundscape with the voices we had gathered. There was an intensive period of writing text and music, of recording in more or less precarious circumstances. We tested the work on the cliff tops of Botallack. It felt complete. We were ready.
And then new Covid regulations came into force and we had to cancel the event at the last minute, although we did perform it to a small group of people who had taken part in the process.
The material we had felt too important to shelve. So, we spent the next few months creating the film version of Meet Me at The Edge. At the time of writing this, when we are yet to know where the next footstep will fall, it seems appropriate to assert our common humanity.