A videopoem. I experiment with my own reflection (if I can see myself then I am a Descartian subject, though interspliced with a Deleusian thought-cast).
In the poem I reflect on our reflections of ourselves and how we can't see ourselves except in our art, which reflects us.
The words of the poem:
In the field of an'other,' reflecting on self-reflection. Who are we in our mirror-image? In a gallery of sculpture, do we become still? Stilled, turned-to-stone, despite time, change, age. Like those fizzures, splits, gaps, places of disintegration in the plaster, stone, metal carved and cast about me that occur in smooth moments of presence. Where our lives buckle, crumble, turn backwards to plunge on.
We are subjects who cannot behold ourselves.
We gaze upon ourselves
in our art.
Video: Brenda Clews (person/voice in clip, editor of video, poet, ya know the etc.): brendaclews.com
Sculpture: Theo Willemse's show, 'The Art of Form' at SPAZ I O dell'arte in September in Toronto: theowillemse.com
Music: Le Pandorien, 'Spirale noire op 2,' from his album, "Pandora Moon": jamendo.com/en/album/44226
A different sort of gallery hop!
I composed this videopoem in duplicate tracks. You can view 'before & after' stills of both tracks with a list of their Final Cut Express filters at my blog: brendaclews.blogspot.com/2010/10/interstices.html
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