almost home
occasionally subtle
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Monterey Bay Aquarium
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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YOU ARE THE REASON

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if i look back, i am lost
NASA

#extradirty
I'd rather be in outer space đž

Janaina Medeiros
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Keni

pixel skylines
trying on a metaphor
i don't do bad sauce passes
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@jane-suzy
DAISUKE YOKOTA
A Portrait of Eliane Radigue
Chantal Akerman filming A couch in New York in 1995 by Carl De Keyzer.
Africa, Kenya, Kwale, Diani Beach - webcam
Pearlie Frisch
Aurore by Marc Hurtado and Eric Hurtado, 1989.
PM8, Vigo
ART-O-RAMA 2015
©Jean-Christophe Lett
âLe plus profond en nous: la surface.â
Ce quiâil y a le plus profond dans lâhomme câest la peauâŠ. Et puis moelle, cerveau, tout ce quâil faut pour sentir, pĂątir, penser âŠ. ĂȘtre profond (âŠ), ce sont des inventions de la peau! Nous avons beau creuser, docteur, nous sommes ⊠ectoderme. â (Paul Valery, 1932 Oeuvres complĂštes)
âThe deepest thing in us: the surface.â
âThe most profound thing in man is his skin. Our marrow, our brain, everything we need to feel, suffer or think⊠to be profound [âŠ], all these are inventions of the skin!⊠However deep we dig, doctor, we are⊠ectoderm.â
âWas in unserer tiefsten Tiefe liegt: die OberflĂ€che.â
Was am tiefsten im Menschen liegt, ist die Haut.« âUnd dann Mark, Gehirn, alles, was man zum FĂŒhlen, Leiden, Denken ⊠in die Tiefe gehen (âŠ) braucht, sind Erfindungen der Haut. .. Wir können graben, Doktor, aber wir sind ⊠ektoderm«
> Didier Anzieu, Le moi-peau, Â The Skin-Ego, Â Das Haut-Ich, (S.85)
AMRIT GANGAR: Whenever I see your film Kalighat Fetish, I remember Mahatma Gandhiâs visit to the Kalighat temple. He was quite disturbed by the killing of animals there. He asked his host, âHow is it that Bengal with all its knowledge, intelligence, sacrifice, and emotion tolerates this slaughter?â (Source: Gandhiâs autobiography The Story of My Experiments with Truth). In your film, you give so much time and space to the âviolentâ images. Is it your âexperiment with truthâ?
ASHISH AVIKUNTHAK: Kalighat Fetish is contemplation on two ideas - transgression and morbidity. They are connected by the act of transformation, leading to death. Both the violence of sacrifice and the performance of transformation for me are transgressive acts performed as an engagement with morbidity. They are part of the same act of reverence and anguish. For me, Kalighat Fetish is an outcome of my own interaction with the memory of death and dying. The âbrutalityâ of the sacrifice is for me a meditation on the morbidity of death.
Personally, the film is a cinematographic rendition of memory. The film has been shot in two spatial formations that are an integral part of my memoryscape - the house I was raised and the famous neighbourhood Kali temple in Kolkata  - the Kalighat.
My home has been an ambivalent space for me - I donât really have very fond memories, nor do I have any terrible memories of the space- it has always been, and very simply, the house where I spent eighteen years of my life from 1973-1991. My parents donât live in that house any more, but we still own it. Over time, it has virtually become an ossified memory space, where I have shot other films too, Dancing Othello and End Note. Whenever I go to Kolkata, I spend a lot of time in this house.
Kalighat Fetish is a manifestation of these recollections - more an experiment with memories than with truth. And unlike Gandhi I do not claim to inhabit any moral universe. Gandhiâs comment originated from the Vaishnava sectarian belief that he firmly held and was raised in. He was unable to appreciate the ritualistic necessity of the sacrifice within the domain of the Tantrik Shakta cult of Kalighat.
[In conversation: Ashish Avikunthak with Amrit Gangar âCinema Prayoga: Indian Experimental Films 1913-2006â]
Carlos Saura, CrĂa Cuervos (1976)
Marshstepper
Bas Jan Ader and Mary Sue Ader-Andersen on the shooting of I'm too sad to tell you (1971)
Malaria! at Café Einstein, Berlin, 1982 (via)