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Persona | Ingmar Bergman | 1966
Liv Ullmann
隴を得て蜀を望む
ろうをえてしょくをのぞむ
Always wanting more. Not being satisfied with what one gets
father forgive me for i have sinned
Gucci Fall-Winter 2016
Emperor Tomato Ketchup (Shûji Terayama, 1971).
I feel some danger here. I don’t know what will happen.
Farewell to the Ark (1984) // dir. Shūji Terayama
日本童謡集-「青い眼の人形」から「唐獅子牡丹」まで 寺山修司・編著 KAPPA BOOKS 光文社 カバー絵=竹久夢二「鞠と殿様」より
Grass Labyrinth | 1979 | Shuji Terayama
The Pillow Book | 1996 | Peter Greenway
yume no q-saku
La chute de la maison Usher (1928) dir. Jean Epstein
Ivan’s Childhood (1962) dir. Andrey Tarkovsky
Strange Circus (2005), dir. Sion Sono
Dream of Parasitic Grove, 2020
Acrylics on waxed paper, 25x16 cm
I find myself prostrate upon tree roots in a small misty copse. I crawl about and discover that the trees grow from winged bodies piled up like a mass grave. Yet this is not a grave – the angels moan and shuffle in their troubled sleep. The roots reduce limbs, heads and sometimes entire bodies to viscous pitch while miraculously keeping their hosts alive. Only the wings are untouched by the hungry trees – they seem to defy this tableau of decay. Soon a strange itch draws my attention to my own body - and I somehow see it from a distance – terminal parts being liquefied, the body softly plunging into the living pattern of wings. I quickly put some tar into my mouth and enter the angels’ dream, which triggers a rough awakening full of evil doubt…
Mont Saint-Michel
1925 Dancer, Bodenwieser School, Germany by Anton Josef Trcka. From Liveauctioneers.