(Notebook Entry.). ‘Even the brightest of stars bears dark spots –wears them as scars. All surfaces have an inscribed memory; and yet, we’re squinting. The ground, its sharpness, the burn. The kiss, your touch, the burn. The sun, the tan, the burn. The salt will help you heal, it’ll wash the sand off your skin.’.
‘”One day I’ll have to put it all alone at the beginning of a film with a long piece of black leader; if they don’t see happiness in the picture, at least they’ll see the black.”.’. –Marker, C. Sans Soleil, 1983.
Imagery is restless. It has no consumption waste; and yet, hails from a depleted sense of reality that feeds upon itself. As in a cycle –may there be a more contemporary notion. Images of real things. Images of images. Reinterpretation, appropriation…; it all seems applicable to fairy everything. And it all leads to the attribution of new meanings.