At once repugnant and entrancing, it turns the body into the ultimate frontier, an alien landscape teeming with surreal visions, less a decaying vessel than an undiscovered planet.
I like to think of the camera as something that helps me capture things I would not normally see. So when I see filmmakers watching their own images on the combo in real time, as they shoot, I cannot help but think of it as a tautology. Because they are assimilating the potentiality of the human eye.
There is this weird sense of grief for someone who is still alive, technically, but you also understand that you can live through opposite things at the same moment. Grief and sadness. Rebirth and happiness. All at the same time.
At the Museum
I wanted to show these atrocities to remind Europe, and the whole world, that these barbarities are not happening far away, in some distant past, but right here, right now.
If Ema is ostensibly fighting for another chance at motherhood, she is also struggling to assert her own individuality over and against a system that has already decided the place she ought to occupy (on stage and at home).
What was especially difficult was letting myself be guided by these unknown forces orbiting around me. It all goes back to af Klint and Kandinsky, who in their practice strived to make the unknown visible, to give visuals to things we know are there but cannot fully articulate.