This is a thoughtful and touching piece about my aunt but a shame her voice is by an actor as there are several radio and television interviews to draw from? Although the voice tone and delivery is pretty accurate it lacks the distinctive chuckle my aunt had. Willie's voice spoke volumes about her energy, passion and sense of fun. I have a signed copy of Lynne Green's excellent book and am priviliged to be just about the only family member to have one! Yes she had a surge of following from young people towards the end of her life and to a degree her paintings returned to that naive, spontaneous colourful childlike quality. Probably her sense of mortality drove her to work harder and harder and she would often say there was still so much work (art) to do. The breakdown of her marriage to David Lewis (who I met at 4 Teetotal Street) when Willie taught me to swim in St Ives) devasted her for many years and I am surprised this isn't mentioned unless I missed it. She was a great story teller at family occasions and I actually think her true legacy is yet to be fully appreciated beyond the circles of Art. The title of this film is poignant to me as Willie rescued me when I attempted suicide at the age of 23. She came straight to Glastonbury where I was living and one thing that she said apart from 'black clouds may seem to be still but they are moving' is 'Look out not in'. That is probably the most practical advice you can give to a deeply depressed person in my opinion. It is with pride she was my aunt. She tried to be maternal (her sister died having me) but her destiny was a different path (and more courageous at that time). She bought a guitar for me in St Andrews when I was 17 despite my father banning me playing a guitar. My dear aunt Willie RIP. I have lots of letters and cards from her.

A nice discovery, as often happens on KZfaq. I know Tim Fitzpatrick and have worked with him, a nice man. Being familiar with WBG, this is a nice addition to my knowledge. Good luck with all your endeavours.

This wonderful artist of genius, whose name I do not dare attempt to even type !! (I get you, Jeremy!) is a happy accident of the internet. Although I've not heard your aunt's voice, I realize that voice carries energy and soul as no image can. I too deplore that it is not heard in this film. However, the film is very good, to me, and I drink in her every noticing, insight and personal observations. And, by the way, your sculptural chairs as seen in the other film are absolutely phenomenal. As genius in their sphere as your famous aunt W's work. Thank you, Mr Fitzpatrick for this sensitive and intelligent film, and also to you, Jeremy.

Solid proof that freedom from poverty allows us to be creative.

I dont seem to be able to watch this which is a shame!