Watching Bridgit, I somehow felt I was going under too, lulled by the measured pace of the film, and especially by Prodger’s voice.
Writing about last year’s Turner prize, I said Charlotte Prodger was on my fantasy list of artists I thought should be included.
In her Turner prize film, she goes through the historical variants of the name Bridgit and describes instances when she has been perceived to be a boy.
And now she has won this year’s prize, from a shortlist focused entirely on artists working in film, video and digital imagery.