2010 | In-Between
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Video:
In between
Long Time: 12 min
Year: 2008
Original medium: DV - PAL
With a text from Laurence Zakri
I
see a white line as a road, a way to go.
It's strange, this line just bump on the edge of the cup. It is long,
very long and, look, there are two black lines at the border. As if the
road was guarded, as if you are driving somewhere where perhaps you do
not want to go. As if you had around you a wall, or earth, I do not know
...
Beyond one of these lines, there are these little signs that you see here.
People who watch you leave. They are immobile, frozen. I would say that
there are two possibilities, either you watch and do not move because
they want you parte, or they can´t move anymore because their eyes
are dark and perhaps you are the one who watch. Yes, I think it is rather
that. It's you who are watching. You talk, you ask where they come from,
how they got there, you ask them who they are ... and yet you don't know
them. I see that you don't know them and for you it is an immense regret.
You would have loved that they remain yet there, because their absence
let you feel you lack something, and it's because of that that you take
this route. There are between you a sort of love story, they ask you to
never forget them, and you promise. Here, I see a hand, a closed hand.
It's yours, I know, because even there, listening, you closed your fist.
You try to keep something valuable, but when you open your hand, there
is a trickle of land that escapes between your fingers ... look at this
part of the cup, it is covered with that earth that you' ve lost ... Looks
like you want to catch up land, grain by grain. You see here ... Pop you
a little ... You see ... it does not makes you think of something? It
is a pommegranate ... watch as these grains are welded, like the land
that you escaped and you pass your lips gently, like a kiss.
I
don't know what you want, but you want something, something of which you
speak little but often take over your mind. Like a lost love ... I look
in the cup, but I also look you, and your eyes reflect the distance. You
are here with me, and you're somewhere else. You say nothing ... but I
see traces, steps as in this pile of earth. As if you turn around, forward,
back, going back. You follow your footsteps as if you follow yourself,
you are both, in front of you and behind you ... You always go back on
your steps to start with something between the hands, that you deposited
there, at that specific location where I see this small mountain of evidence
stacked. You build something, but for this construction, you need to go
back on yourself or on your story ... You see this character here, it
could be you. We can recognize fairly well the body. He is facing the
road, but one part of his head is not there ... Somebody has stolen something
from him, something large enough to be obliged to find it and gather himself
...
I would say that there is a part of you that you do not know well, a part
of you who suffers and seeks to understand.
The thread of your story got lost for a while, someone has broken it. But there is this thread, like the thread of Ariadna the will helps you out of the maze...
I see clearer now ... in the bottom of the cup as in your mind, there are two sides, and each side has an story. You wish that the two meet, then you would be in peace ...
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