The city has been turned into a war zone and like in war, no one who occupies the landscape of war wants the war. What we do is try to ignore the extremes of physical experience that come from this, as well we attempt to deny the psychological effects of this. What happens to us when we enter this world of ommissions ? What effect does this have on our relationships with others ?
What was I here for, right now ? Darknesses tumbling swirling like the velvet soft to my face, can't move my arm to trace the swirls of folds in this fabric, falling heavy double weighted against me, last light's measurement from dark point, now coming closer, to describe absenting forms of lost lights permanent vision, an incandescent irrationality burnt on the cusp of my lid. Sway, swaddled in some momemts, strange space here, like then, before : the big sleep, woke up frightened, scared over those moments, the lost eight months, lost eight months, out like a light. lights out.
The first time I fell over, the second time I lost focus. The second time I wanted to fall over but I
couldn't, all I could do was lose focus. The first time I was walking backwards filming the blind man's face and I arseovered a seat and some girl laughed, they didn't know the camera wasn't on. When we did it again the camera, confused switched to extreme close-up, and I couldn't see anything for a while, I had to run to catch up. Luckily something always goes wrong.
Jay and I dance around one another, a continual motion of a constant distance. Or perhaps better, a constant motion that collapses distance. For although Jay and I create a space within which Scott's performance is recorded, that space is one we also occupy as part of its event. Our cameras were inside and outside the performance, both the devices of its reproduction (outside), and the eye's which replaced those hidden by Scott's mask. Somehow turned back around to see his blindness. This three headed body with two eyes dancing down to the Opera House contains its own recording, some kind of technological internal-outside, some kind of sensory enfolding. What strange narcissism is this then ?