Dear Long John Silver,
I learned about the unsuccessful boarding attack on the royal navy transatlantic that you and the captain had organized several months ago and am very displeased to hear that you have lost your right eye in that unfortunate enterprise. It has become obvious to me that in fact many people nowadays share a similar condition and that this reconnects to the main problematics I have been inquiring on in the recent years.
As referenced by you in our previous conversations and the letters you have send me, there is in fact a serious shift occurring nowadays that you would not be able to grasp easily or at least not without the help of a contemporary technique like the one I have in mind.
I would like to start with that recent occurrence you told me about in which you woke up in the middle of the night
from a strange sound and opened your eye trying to ‘see’ something. As you describe it you had in that moment the strange experience of not attributing any verbal or mental interpretation to the visual stimuli but in the same time being aware of it. Also, you say, that feeling of preconscious perceiving of reality lasted quite long, maybe several seconds until your brain stepped out of the hypnosis of your own dream. Continue reading
Experiment in filming movement.
Ехота и Непреходи
Echoes and Timeless
Размисли върху разликите и приликите между преходите и промените.
Reflections on the differences and similarities between transitions and changes.
I was wondering
Dear Best Friend,
I was wondering. All night I was wondering. An idea was coming to my mind and than drifting. Than coming closer again and running back. I was trying to catch it but it would escape, only to tickle me again on the nose or the feet in just a few minutes. In the moment I would start flying away in the land of mindless rest and peaceful darkness it would come back and inspire me. I was waking up, wondering what it was and trying to remember. It was on the tip of my tongue but I couldn’t reach it. I tried to write it down, but without success. Than I would fall asleep and same will repeat again and again until the sun enters the kitchen window.
This has been happening for the last three nights now as the humid and warm air is conquering the valley. I am afraid my dear friend, I won’t be able to catch that idea, to overcome myself and reach for this brilliant beautiful thought…anyway.This morning I noticed I was all covered with mosquito bites.
I was than wondering…
Your Best Friend,
in a yellow morning on the way to the bakery
(dedicated to a research plan in which I get tired
and decide to ‘bye bye ”why”)
hello respected ‘why’
a lovely day indeed
we meet again I’m realizing
is this a trick or treat?
Our first assignment for a workshop on “Essay Film” with Coco Schrijber was: Film whatever you can find that has ‘who you are’ written all over it. Find sounds and music (not only sound, not only music) that you dislike and piece it together.
Recording and experimenting with sound design
in the workshop of Michael Schopping: