Tsuneaki Hiramatsu - Fireflies
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really really really trying: The earth just opened up and swallowed Sean Brown. He was walking home...
The earth just opened up and swallowed Sean Brown. He was walking home from the supermarket with a bag of groceries in either hand and as he stepped off the pavement and onto a patch of bare dirt to make way for a mother with a stroller his foot continued through the surface of the earth. He tried to regain his balance. His arms flailed. His other foot sought out a hold. He was unsuccessful. He fell into the ground. The mother with her stroller didn’t react but kept walking to the shopping centre where she bought a cup of coffee and a piece of chocolate cake and milk, razors, batteries, a small punnet of apples and a loaf of bread. She pushed her stroller home again, past the spot where Sean Brown had been consumed by the earth, to the house where she lived with her husband and her new baby and a parrot they called “Aussie”. She continued her life. Sean Brown continued his, encased in dirt and stones and sand.
He didn’t die when the earth opened up and swallowed him. He fell slowly through it, landing lightly on his feet maybe eight feet down. He moved through it sluggishly but without obstacle. He looked through it and saw shapes. He was able to look up and see the edge of the footpath and the people walking by overhead. Above them, he saw the dark outline of a tree. He breathed in and out and his lungs did not fill up with dirt. Who could say why?
Immediately after the earth erased him from its surface, Sean Brown screamed and cried and tried to climb back up again. He looked around for something to stand on to make his escape, and after some hours of frenzied exploration he sat down and closed his eyes and sobbed and then fell silent. He fell asleep and dreamt of solving a murder mystery on a train. He deduced that the murderer was his ninth grade maths teacher and then he woke up and found himself still existing in a sepia-toned subterranean world and he cried again. Big, wheezing, guttural wails that ripped painfully through his larynx. He took off his clothes. It was warm. He took off his shoes. The earth was soft and smooth. He sat down and waited.
Who’s got the nerve to venture into the wasteland, with a forecast for storm, or into love, with a forecast for betrayal and grief, risking your life in a piteraq or testing your conscience in a relationship? For the rest of us to learn. We need to know this, we know so little about ourselves. And each other. And what’s worse, we don’t know at all.
Speech made by Morten Bo at the publication of the book and the opening of the exhibition Sabine at Frederiks Bastion, Copenhagen, February 27, 2004
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The Luminant Point Arrays show cathode-ray-tube televisions being switched off. The television picture breaks down and creates a structure of light. The images open up a dialogue between the relationship of abstraction and concretion in photography as the breakdown of the television picture describes the breakdown of external reference. The result is self-referential, concrete photography.
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3D camera shift musicvideo for the song »doubtful comforts« by blue roses
dop: julia franken
producer: lennart selle
a nice idea every day
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Eric Cahan
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Asuka Katagiri
Tarkovsky Mirror (1975)
Pieter Brugel Winter Landscape with Bird Trap (1565)
