I seek the source of that light, the one projecting alabaster-tainted reflections on poignant surfaces. –Surfaces that, despite a few scattered spotlights, remain overcast by the structural monumentality of the space.
‘”One day I’ll have to put it all alone at the beginning of a film with a long piece of black leader; if they don’t see happiness in the picture, at least they’ll see the black.”.’. –Marker, C. Sans Soleil, 1983.
Imagery is restless. It has no consumption waste; and yet, hails from a depleted sense of reality that feeds upon itself. As in a cycle –may there be a more contemporary notion. Images of real things. Images of images. Reinterpretation, appropriation…; it all seems applicable to fairy everything. And it all leads to the attribution of new meanings.