MOTHER AGAIN

Mother again

 

The question of what to do with the mind arises time and time again. A half-naked man lies in a pool of cold water, body hair stands on end, his muscles begin to tremor.

I am aware of the cameras as points of consciousness, representations of a point of view. Sparkling eyes and lenses sink back into the dark landscape. Viewer as container, night sky.

The cameras know how to look closely, but they do not feel our nervous breath. Blind to the shifting colours in the blackness behind his eyes.

Most sensitive

is the blade to the flesh. For a shimmering moment we lose ourselves.

 

Mother Again performance from Webb-Ellis on Vimeo.

 

Rabindranth Tagore

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