It was never about cinema. It wasn’t even about video. It was about the final step into the holy grail. To enter the blue box, to finally become one with the pale blue rays. The video camera was the key to Aladdin‘s cave, and we thought we could gain control, reclaim our part of this beautiful intangible instant.
We expected a X-ray blue palace. It turned out to be a rabbit-hole. …continue reading
André Werner | texts
The custom of eating pictures was prevalent during the entire 20th century. Every night, one would settle at home for several hours to feast upon a repast of pictures, which, it should be noted, was … Continue reading “The Custom Of Eating Pictures”
When rubbed off upon paper or heavy brass plates, photographs, foreign characters and graphical scriptures form a labyrinth of superimposed layers. The details are hard to make out. In one corner an aged diary entry can be found …continue reading
Just like in the story of Mr. Spinell*, who always averts his eyes in reflex when beholding something beautiful, such that only the arc of his eyelashes catch a glimpse of that which he decided to turn down. …continue reading
In some videos, A. acts as a maker of tattoos. The meaning of “imprinting” is taken literally, as recordings of naked bodies are being covered with diverse scriptures by means of electronic manipulation. …continue reading