The films are now all taking place in action and will be right till the end of the residency.
A poem left behind by one of the participants:
“A lion wound up in a lab
whose pin pricks bore into a stab
His moaning soul drowned to a sound
Once fierce but now an aching howl
Before times lashed him to the ground
With pride he’d roam and prowl
Survive, provide and hide the scowl.
All stoic hunters shall fall fold
When evolution falls behind
The haunting instincts in their minds. “