Until I was seven, my mum filmed everything. Then she stopped. She died of a brain tumour. My dad disappeared into alcoholism, leaving me and my two younger siblings behind. Returning twenty years later to care for him, my crumbling childhood home begins to reveal a mother I never knew and a father I thought I did.

‘Still, life (wt)’ weaves archive and observation into an exploration of grief, addiction and the ways places remember us.