The quality of light, as experienced in film. is intermittent. At sound speed there are twenty-four images a second, each about a fiftieth of a second in duration, alternating with an equivalent period of black. So the film we are watching is not actually a solid thing. It only appears to be solid.
On a visceral level, the intermittent quality of film is close to the way we experience the world. We don’t experience a solid continuum of existence. Sometimes we are here and sometimes not, suspended in some kind of rapid-fire illusion. After all, do any of us know who we actually are? Although we assume that we are something solid, in truth we only experience and maneuver through our existence. After all, can anything really be solid?
when alone, one finds beauty in solitude
when one finds beauty with another, one forgets the beauty of solitude
when alone, one makes a search for beauty in solitude
this time-based mostly-visual experience was made from digital stills, 16mm clear leader, dusty scotch tape, two focus rings, three extension tubes, twenty-four coping strategies, dye-based ink, a distanced relationship, dried watercolor pigment, a loving moment, a broken projector, an iced heart, a short playlist, & a voicemail inbox
don’t (think about your fingertips) strives to create a textual space that accepts a change of mind so rapid as to be almost simultaneous and thus, contradictory. It is a moving image piece conceived originally as the only light source for the installation how to become stainless steel.
On February 10, 2015 Deah Barakat, Yusor Abu-Salha, and Razan Abu- Salham ages 23, 21, and 19, were shot, execution-style, in their own home, which was 10 miles from my home of 7 years while I sat 450 miles away. On February 11, 2015, there were two words I could not stop thinking in the form of a rapid succession which turned them into a loop. I was unable to tell if my repetition of “home” and “safe” meant “safe home” — a concept damaged by the day’s news — or “home safe” — the quick update I send my loved ones when I arrive home after a long journey. Either way, the concept evaporates quickly.