The inter-relationship
between image, text and music grows concretely out of your daily life.
When in "light from the machine" the butterfly falls down
into darkness so slowly - I really loved that, I thought of cinema
verity, the observer has to be with it, in "real" time.
Working at night,
I have to deal with this, the window is open, and I have things
crawling over the machine, bit spooky, the light and the insects
fluttering across.
It was very
sad, this slow fall, at the very end I felt it was a heart pumping,
or a pair of lungs breathing rhythmically. I loved it.
It had to do
with the loop, there is a sub beat going on, the music changed it.
It's like choreography. Its my recent work, its my favourite. But
I am fickle; it's always the latest one that's my favourite
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