At the close of White Silence the sense of ending arrives and an inexplicable silence floats in on us, a silence in the moment of mini eternities. This silence is un recordable and the door to something else, some kind of transformational possibility. Epiphany is a human potentiality lost in the constraints of empiricism, frenetic busy-ness and cynicism but possible in such a silence and come- down from a group art exercise. Artists ride the wave of blues, highs, lows and roundabouts of emotion with windows opening into epiphanous spiritual knowing that can easily slide silently past in the non-embrace of stillness. The memory of these moments grasped is all I have to keep the hunger alive for more as I stumble through a fog filled attempt at curating, filming and post production editing. The product is, I hope, a feeder for hungry souls to stillness, silence and an inexplicable feather touching the soul.