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PRODUCTIONS by TIM WILSON

Welcome to this portfolio of my work. Features for publication and broadcast. Profiles of artists, businesses, and a range of organizations. And, more intimately, reflections on some of my own learnings and passages.

(video from Dancing in the Third Act, courtesy The Company of Angels)

“His film work is astonishing, at once visually lush and scripturally poetic”

— The Globe and Mail

“... a light that is both his own and that of the artist …. exquisite work”

— The Canada Council for the Arts

”brilliant ... a simplicity that oozes quality without being out of reach”

— Sir Nigel Bogle, BBH global ad agency

film / video

OLD GROWTH

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OLD GROWTH

Nina Newington and fellow citizen-scientists engage mindfully with a Nova Scotia forest.

EVENSONG: elegy for a country church

03:06

EVENSONG: elegy for a country church

GRIEFWALKER: Stephen Jenkinson

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GRIEFWALKER: Stephen Jenkinson

Not success. Not growth. Not happiness. The cradle of your love of life is ... death.

THE LAST WEIR: Stanley Stanton

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THE LAST WEIR: Stanley Stanton

When the last of the traditional fishing weirs on Nova Scotia's Fundy coast went under just a few years ago, part of what vanished was meaningful work, and a deep sense of place.

THE OLD MEN OF MY VILLAGE: Bob Snider

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THE OLD MEN OF MY VILLAGE: Bob Snider

Celebrated singer/songwriter Bob Snider built himself a perfect retreat just outside the village. And learned a whole lot more from his neighbours than just how to build a fence.

DANCING IN THE THIRD ACT

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DANCING IN THE THIRD ACT

A dozen seniors from a small town in Nova Scotia make a moving, hit production about the ups and downs of life's late stage.

ONE MAN’S LEAR

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ONE MAN’S LEAR

A seasoned filmmaker and amateur actor plays Shakespeare’s King Lear in the wilds of Nova Scotia. And learns not a little about himself.

THE CLAM DIGGERS: Tim Wilson

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THE CLAM DIGGERS: Tim Wilson

“Clams flee when you come for them/like us, mortal, reluctant/digging ourselves in”. From a poem inspired by one morning's gleaners, "looking for what lives in slow, deep time."

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