To give some context about
this final project, I made this from being emotionally spent. As I’ve mentioned
in my proposal, I’ve experienced an excess of emotional turbulence in the past
year, and as I’m finishing up my last few days as an undergraduate, I can’t
help but reflect on the journey I’ve chosen. I look at this video, and I see it
as a result of all of the things I have actively chosen to do - putting myself
through risk, augmented responsibility, repetitive self-disgust, the cyclical
process of over-analysis and letting go, outputting a vulnerability that
continues to shape every new thought and action I have towards myself and
towards the people I surround myself with.
These conversations - the
part said in French, actual things that have been said to me, and the part said
in English , things I wish I had said - is a fragile catharsis of my
psychological state and reality. I look at it, and I see it, and there’s a part
of me that understands it as a way of reaffirming that these things happened.
That these conversations, thoughts, and feelings were real and true. And I
think there’s also another part of me that wants to refuse that they existed.
In my French literature class this term, the tension between remembering and
forgetting is something that must be actively addressed by an individual who
has undergone traumatic events. (Hiroshima, Mon Amour)
"Here comes the time
of the great Culture of tactile communication, under the sign of the
technico-luminous cinematic space of total spatio- dynamic theatre.This is a
completely imaginary contactworld of sensorial mimetics and tactile mysticism;
it is essentially an entire ecology that is grafted on this universe of
operational simulation, multistimulation and multiresponse."(139-140)
My use of video and audio
effects constitutes a communication that works in tandem with the
dialogue/monologue, which can be seen as a graft upon something, myself, that
has been badly burned. I can view this accumulation as a “completely imaginary
contact world”, but, as mentioned, I can also see it as a very real imprint
that influences the person I am today.
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