I found footage Poppy had filmed of herself dancing on my computer. This is made from sequential stills from that footage.
I used 4 of these pictures just after Poppy passed away. Last week I looked through the shots I had not used and found this funny one of her laughing. I recognise that laugh so well. Poppy darling, I miss you so much. This month is so hard, unbearable thinking about the terrible things we went through. You are at peace now my darling.
Poppy and Ciara at The London Olympics.
Things have been quiet at WeLovePoppy HQ because Cosmo and I have moved back to London. We are currently working on the Digital Advent Calendar which will entail one post a day from 1st – 25th December showing Poppy’s favourite soft toys. Poppy really adored Christmas and her huge collection of soft toys. Throughout the trials she underwent, this love of soft toys, sometimes grand but mostly little things bought for a few pounds only, kept her inspired and kept her creative mind churning.
Poppy was very excited by the Olympics being in London. I had put in for tickets before Poppy was ill and we were finally told that we had gained tickets for the synchro swimming in November 2011 when we were near the end of chemo. The idea of going to the Olympics with the children was a real spur throughout Poppy’s recovery from her operation.
We were going to see the Olympic Torch come through the town of Ware, but I somehow messed up the timing and we just missed it. It was pouring with rain and Poppy was not happy so I determined to make things up and make sure we saw the torch when it came through where i grew up in Winchmore Hill. On the day we went to see the torch, Poppy was so excited that she painted a torch
By this time Poppy filmed and snapped everything with her iPhone and she filmed as the runner went passed.
Seeing the torch two days before the opening really made things exciting and really made us feel connected with the Olympics. Poppy made this little montage shot on her phone and she had so much energy when we returned that she did this lovely little sommersault.
By the time it came to the Opening Ceremony on Friday we were all very excited. We drove through the Hertfordshire countryside to St Albans to the wig shop because we wanted to get Poppy a passport (the children’s passports were stolen and we desperately wanted to go on holiday). All the way on the journey people who were performing in the Opening Ceremony were talking about their excitement but not revealing any of the secrets. One of Poppy’s nurses was performing in the ceremony and had secretly taught Poppy a couple of the moves. We had a lovely afternoon and raced around Marks and Spencer to buy ingredients for a hot lemon meringue pie which I had promised to make for Poppy.
Poppy was so excited that she filmed off the tv. She was especially excited by the section with the sick children and the nurses as this is how we had lived our lives for the past 16 months. You can hear Poppy laughing at how the dancing children don’t look sick at all on the little clip. It’s so typical of Poppy just taking things in her stride with much amusement and beautiful charm.
We watched much of the Olympics on TV counting down to when we ourselves would be in the Olympic Park. In the middle weekend the French Puppeteers Imagineer were coming passed our house with their magnificent ‘Godiva Awakes’ part of The Cultural Olympiad. Poppy loved the excitement of this.
More in part 2, Poppy’s Day At The Olympics
Recently I’ve been making a series of very still films out of only 1 or 2 different shots. This film is made from a loop of 70 separate still images and is very frenetic. Poppy was obsessed with making gifs and this is my version of a gif. These pictures were shot on Wednesday August 25th, two days before the opening of The London Olympics. We chose to see the torch opposite the road where my late father was born in Winchmore Hill.
Cosmo and I have always been dissidents, and Poppy remains our inspiration and leader.
“My writing is an iron fist in a glove full of vaseline
But dip the fuse in the kerosene
I too become a dissident.”