by Ivana Miloš
Have we missed out if we have not seen the work of Margaret Tait, poet and gracious film maker? Perhaps not if we have known silence, solace and questioning, an immediacy springing from the body into and with the world. And then again, the answer is nevertheless yes. The bright beacon of light shed on movement that unfolds in her work is a mystery and a mastery, the searchlight of an independent soul. Throughout her life, Margaret Tait remained on the verges and fringes of all things commercial or institutional when it came to her films (of thirty-two, twenty-nine were self-produced), and therefore on the edges of the perception of others.