Friday, October 8, 2010

Is My Mom A Hypochondriac

space I need for my

My head will not stop thinking about this installation / single channel / Film deployed, and care about others (or not)
The concept and the images are in my head, I can not put into words? feel that they all wash away, there is something missing ... but who is?
ideal viewer, if I have it, or at least the one I want (but as I said it was a space just for me ... the "I" is over)
My audience has dreams, he knows he has them , not hidden, and he well remembers his memories. Live the moments of solitude, and includes the time beyond clock has its time, its time to look, sounds remind old knowledge, and the images so disturbing, is the terrible and beautiful, and mesmerizing the figures, includes the water inside, as himself, the image you see is your own image, and 12 screens are its 12 screens, and 13 he is, he knows he is suffering with its interior, is whether same by requesting help, the complicity of the other, knowing that he is not on the screen and looks into his eyes, he is also and everyone looked at him, knows that all images are within him and he owns modify move, to look at them to give their own time, lost in the figures are the figures and their fears and desires and I, and therefore turn more and more taboo erotica, and hatred larger, all that he and we discover, and looks, and sees the other, but above all you see yourself in the other ... THAT'S MY
ideal spectator, and may be naive or pretentious, or whatever they want together, and I do not care, because that is the man I want to watch the play, this guy stand in front and say "fuck I like, and I hate it, and I think I love and yet it's a crap that looks good, and makes no sense, but that image (and there begins his journey )..."
Call me stupid, Overall, I do not care!

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