am I more connected or more alone?
a kind of darkness that one can't explore?
a shed snake’s skin?
a self-portrait then? Of attention?
a sense of fragmentation, body fragmentation
a system of signs destroys the possibility of a sky
*
and what if, by some miracle, you are not allowed to become a person? as if it was so easy and unpunished to mangle the complexity of the matter, life, actions and present it like this
bones that are like stones
can one go wherever s/he images and wants to go?
children borderline adult’s game
conjunction with the entirety of the universe is one’s way to avoid suffering
could speech (or writing) be a proper way of not looking at (some) images?
dissolve time
finding something in the gap
flâneur
frame ordinary duration
framed them with your body
glitches in the code
how passive can be the gaze? The gaze of whom (or what again)?
haunted image
is the documentation about something in the frame… or something around… or something else?
is there any 'the outside’?
i am afraind of the substantiality of the photos on the wall
i am worried what happens to art when art starts to appropriate life without a critical position on its purpose or transformative capacity
i want more
let us start playing, interpret this in our perspective
something is fuelling the player
the question on abandonees
mutilated and disregarded icon of intimacy and softness devalued into garbage
of melancholy of impossibility
kosmos
many subtle and intimate things
meditation narrative
meditation on time
meditation on some leftovers
meditation on death, stillness, loss?
meditation on the surface
no ambition for coming to know
place touched by a thought
precious
re-enchantment. Re-enchanted. Re-enchanter
ritual or spiritual spaces
something always unable to see
static – I experience destabilisation
sounds of things out of the frame, but these things belong to that environment
tenderness
the ability of dissolving into sand, these small rocky, glazed molecules that become uncontrolled, free nomads going though structures, states, materiality of things, entering bodies?
the gaze that pours out of one curious
the image takes you
the impossibility to embody the story
the intentional distance you asked for
the movement of the gaze
the sacred signs
the scene that picked you up
there is a style of everything
the way you filmed (shaking a little bit the camera, trying to get rid of the heads in front of you)
to what degree we need our bodies to communicate?
trance state
uncompromising, but still gentle
under a foreign sky
you can touch them
what do you want to amplify?
what happens when we shut down our eyes?
what is fuelling us, the gamers spectators
where is the edge / the outline of a stone? who are the freaks of nature? what is possible with my gaze, when I see you seeing differently?
who (or what) is recording this scene...? more important to understand the spaces in which they do not coincide. Where am I going, ah yes, wandering. —deep wandering... forgeting that I am wandering at all, just understanding myself as moving, then realising if I am moving I must be moving somewhere, but there seems to be a lack of orientating devices, even those for desire, it could be anywhere , then I remember this is something, it is wandering, and I surface from the breath steamed room, to a space no more defined, but a little less humid.— The gaze, transformation, the observer. A composite of agencies. What is possible with my gaze, when I see you seeing differently? Is empathetic transformation