Harmony Korine and Chloe Sevigny on the set of Gummo (1997).
Harmony Korine and Chloe Sevigny on the set of Gummo (1997).
Exhibition: Gordon Parks: Centennial at the Jenkins Johnsons, San Francisco. February 21 - April 27, 2013
Andrei Tarkovsky (April 4, 1932 - December 29, 1986)
The director’s task is to recreate life, its movement, its contradictions, its dynamic and conflicts. It is his duty to reveal every iota of the truth he has seen, even if not everyone finds that truth acceptable. Of course an artist can lose his way, but even his mistakes are interesting provided they are sincere. For they represent the reality of his inner life, of the peregrinations and struggle into which the external world has thrown him.
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Hiroshi Sugimoto - Theaters (1978-93)
Artist’s statement:
“I’m a habitual self-interlocutor. Around the time I started photographing at the Natural History Museum, one evening I had a near-hallucinatory vision. The question-and-answer session that led to this vision went something like this:
Suppose you shoot a whole movie in a single frame?
And the answer:
You get a shining screen.
Immediately I sprang to action, experimenting toward realizing this vision. Dressed up as a tourist, I walked into a cheap cinema in the East Village with a large-format camera. As soon as the movie started, I fixed the shutter at a wide-open aperture, and two hours later when the movie finished, I clicked the shutter closed.
That evening, I developed the film, and the vision exploded behind my eyes.”
Once beneath an ageless moon…
Soon they promised, so very soon
The old world moved quickly
But gently, to the tune
Of a woman who eclipses nature -
Mollie Alexandra June.
It began to pull us closer
Making ghosts of every other
Past lovers boast and toast
But fall from grace
Without you there is no beginning
To beauty or truth
Constancy or sinning
I’ve finally come to know the living
Shed the eyes of the masses without forgiving
We bred the tethers and to flesh they sung
Fleeting fuss and frantic fun
For everything, we must - we must
Deliver each other to the tune
Mollie Alexandra June.
I met the world when I met your eyes
And I risk it every time you cry
I hold you, even in lies
We are more than whispers and sighs
Better than all romantic crimes
More eternal than time and its wives
More freshly cut than the letters that die
And fall from our tongues to our lives
Then become tied, to each others’
Without you there is no rest in sleep
It reminds me of death, glorious but cheap
I wake for your noises, your valleys, your peaks
My own body reminds me of you
Mollie Alexandra June.
…Finally they cease to croon
Betra Fraval (UK/Australia) - A Time of Disappearances (2011)
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Franz von Stuck, Sensuality, 1891