Arvostelut (1)
The interval between the limit of photogenicity and the purity of absolute film, already explored so many times by experimental film; abstraction from reality, or the precedence of metaphysics over real physics? Or like it is here, both at once - a moonlit night, a spotlight cutting through the darkness like the spotlight of an awakened consciousness, a firefly, a white eye awakening light in the darkness accompanied by a pair of orange taillights racing down a night road, or two crimson eyes emerging from the darkness like a predator lurking in the night of the universe for its prey. The barbed wire binding the moon and with it the viewer's path of consciousness, or just a drunkard's gaze through a fence who has strayed from his path? Can we legitimately attribute our secondary meanings to pure form at all? What if we attribute something to the night in our intoxication and wake up in the morning, filled with shame, slapping ourselves for something that so enchanted us and seemed so brilliant, clear, and fulfilling, but turned out to be so low, so ridiculous?
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