Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.

I watched Pina by Wim Wenders, first muted, then normally, and then just the score.  As I watched the film silently, I immediately thought of being in solitary confinement.  Of how it feels to know that another is there, just out of reach, but not be able to feel them or connect to them in any way.  Those three days were easily the worst days of my young life.  Perhaps because of my own relation to movement and dance, to the way that the physical exuberance and the pain of the body can transform trauma, this was the only response (to watching the film in this way) I could think of:

I wanted to see what my own life would like told in the structure of this film and this exercise.

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