HK:丫:HK:丫:HK:丫: vitamin space studio behind the star city hotel, guangzhou sunday 15:00, before catching another flight. a conversation with 大明 turns out to be an exercise in grasping. As in holding on, we talked about it for so long, and in doing, he slapped at the computer and said “i hate this thing”, footage, a semantic exercise. It is not possible to ascertain whether one would have been more keen to remember naturally without it, as often suspected, but now all that is left are the remnants of feeling and machines. and oh yes the sparkle in his eyes. [PUBLIC BUS – a butterfly moving back and forth between the driver and the passengers seated in the front seats for the elderly or handicapped] one may have bored already with all that talk of archiving and documentation (“don’t say that! it’s something i’m interested in!”), but in the presence of the oversignaled conversation, or a small pale blue notebook with careful letters, “home for lost ideas”, it became interesting to juxtapose the falsely alluded stability of ARCHIVE with MOBILITY (the more cities we will meet in…) [MOBILE TELEPHONE picks up – “I’m driving, I’ll call you later.”] An illusion, yes—-the restaurateurs sweat, i pore over how to make more space on the hard drive—-for the reels will always start to decay, the paper yellows and becomes brittle or moist with mildew, the archived item, like memory, takes a half-life, conscious of what it once was, now less than. Temporal processes (cooking, growing, getting ready) bear a physicality. These, yes, are continuities. The act of documenting disPLACEs the documented object from its subject, in terms of the mediated action, reality from its image or copy, and its positioning within the consciousness of the documentary maker. [TAXI – after a long silence, he asks, “do people pick their nose in Beijing?”] If we are to keep the archive moving, imagine the scenario of various speeds traveling simultaneously side by side, the tour de france, the armoured truck. it was the memory that caught up with us, and that idea, it seems somehow fantastic, slips into the corner of your vision, up through to the tip of your tongue, already in momentum, such that, as the fear goes, if i were to stop, it would keep going, taking its own trajectory, its own lifehood. they were never yours or mine, and we are merely trying, you perhaps just a bit more gracefully, to keep up. [recreation of SUBWAY – ]“today on subway, she and i were talking about how we want to print our ribbons, with print on one end of ribbon or both. and i said that to put it on both would be more balanced.” “for sausage?” “yes. and she said, ‘different ideas of balance…’ we see the world in such different ways. she felt that if the print were all on one side, then the fullness would balance with the emptiness on the other side. and i said that’s not balance, that’s contrast. but that contrast creates balance for her, like positive and negative.” “yes, but contrast results to balance in the middle, no?” “and you know there is no original word for ‘logic’ in chinese. and i thought this amazing.” “you told me. oh, many japanese people here.” “the word is from english. but maybe it’s more true. because to think of logic is a kind of objectivism, maybe, which i should not forget is all too deceiving. i envy her a lot.” “oh. why.” “what do you mean about balancing in the middle?” “i guess what you were saying about outweighing each other.” “what was i saying about outweighing? what do you mean? trying to understand. …would like to understand something today.” “full and empty, positive and negative are not balanced, not symmetrical but the outcome in the center is 0. not sure if that makes sense…” “that’s a kind of balance, too, no?” “yes, so maybe hers is a kind of balance, too.” “i mean, i see what you mean in the sense that it’s also a kind of annihilation. and this is perfectly her, yes. it is a kind of balance, and that was a nice to see.” “a balance of difference and a balance of sameness.” no, grasping was not the point. and yet if not, if there were no continuity in these relations, no sense of fulfilling, then do processes become reduced to mere transaction? does the momentary require a sense of place any more or less than the sedentary? would it be important, to imagine for all these words passed between, a compiled identity of all the possible words of a certain past and an uncertain future? and if we were to do so, would i be really able to see the world as you do, and would i stop moving?
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is truth the sum of what we see and hear?
can reality be represented?
to the observer, what makes the represented object real, credible, or more precisely, worthy of being believed?
what is the responsibility of the puppet master if the puppet perfectly imitates real life?
in the world of moving pictures are illusion and deception twins or merely closely related?
are the answers lies?
are the questions answers?
is the fragment the aesthetic response to the incomplete nature of our perception?
is editing the simulation of the whole?
is precision an aesthetic or a moral category?
can illusion replace description?
is that which is off camera more precise than that which is on?
michael haneke, from the commentary on the dvd, “an attempt to try out some of the solutions that one might put forward”.
Posted by f | more »remembering “understanding the culture of collaboration”, propaganda, and girly stuff
hola s,
i don’t know yet exactly what kind of resolution you will need for the final, but i am going to send you now at least a low-res version you can send easily to everyone else.
also haven’t decided on a final layout, as i don’t know the size/proportions of printing, or if these editorial decisions will be purely left to you, because i also had the thought of just trimming the whole image down to only two pictures, blown up very big and very digitized.
what do you think?
hope you like it, and looking forward to hearing more from the others…cheers, 丫
a week is seven days. a life is ? weeks.
street-farmer
Big question mark had been floating above my head. There are the situation which I can’t define the meaning, unreadable. I’ve been learning about the world since thirty years, I thought I know most of things I see on the street, at lease in my country… I’ve been passing by that place on the way to go working and to home. At that place, at the side of street, there are a planter with 4 wheels at the bottom, the plant in the planter looks like vegetable and has a tag with the date. The planter is changed every day to other one (vegetable inside become smaller or bigger) and has different date on the tag. One day I notice, at the other side of the street, there are about 10 planters on a line and covered with frames with net.The date on each tag shows there are 5 day different, like 04/15, 04/20, 04/25… there are some empty planter with the coming date. In front of those planter the soil in square trays are prepared. I’ve been wondering what kind of study he is doing?? Are there more planters somewhere? Where is the planter of last year? I went to him very straight when I saw him on the way to home yesterday. He was working with soil in the tray. I really had to ask him what he is doing. Otherwise, i had to be suffered by my big question mark hanging on my head. So, his story was like this; he is raising the vegetable to eat. It takes about five days to eat the vegetable in a planter, so he doesn’t need to waste and ran out, either. He does this work, otherwise he doesn’t have anything to do. He watched on TV that he could raise the vegetable in the planter, and he had been doing this already since four years. He goes zoo every Saturday to get the elephant’s shit for vegetables. (The zoo is distributing the bag of muck to the people every Saturday, at 2 o’clock.) The frame with net can protect bugs. He is just disinfect the soil by sunlight. He fix the wheels because he can move the planter to other side of street easily to get more sunlight for vegetable. He raises Mizuna (potherb mustard) and Komatsuna (Japanese Mustard Spinach) alternately. It takes a months to be ready to eat in summer time and two months in winter time. He gave some Mizuna to me. I told him I’ve been watching his vegetable and eager to know the person who was doing this and reason. I cooked salad of Mizuna and ate. The most fresh Mizuna I ever ate…
ginger tea, getting warmer, 感谢.
a conversation about kotatsu (all the winter long)
Y>>
happy! happy!!what’s up! i like kotatu.it is pleasant when sleeping in the kotatsu, and the sweat thus disregardingfully.do you make the kotatsu by yourself? please take care about the burn. i teach the good thing.do you know must item of the kotats.it is mikan. have you ate mikan? mikan is small japanese orange. don’t forget mikan.
T>>kotatsu is “yabai” desu yo !i love it too much and decided not to use it in kyoto.kotatsu makes me warm and relaxed, but also sleepy and lazy….E>>hug me hug me it’s cold 冷死了！！！
A>>What in the hell happened? You can buy a queen size aerobed at Carrefour its about 120rmb. You already have the blankets.. you can ride out the rest of the winter at our place if you need to.If I come to your place tomorrow and you guys are blue and frozen to your floor.. I’m going to be pissed.M>>kotatsu disaster?It doesn’t work enough?We made new door for room2.We became strong to cold only some.
R>>hug desu
C>>kotatsu will not replace love hit, fortunately?M>>oh! What happened！？did kotatu break?hug hug for you from kyoto!!（＞o＜）K>>わーーーーー！What happened????Samui Samui desune-.You can come our house to sleep anytime you want !I miss my Kotatsu …Y>>fire!mikan!!fire!!
S>>waiting always lasts long.F>>stil hot ttt.
korea lies between china and japan.
waiting: after his parents picked up the miso;
shaved ice, korean mochi, pineapple, red bean, ice cream, green tea powder
after arrival: the soup of a tired octopus stew,
after eaten, can be stir-fried with oil and white rice to make a tasty fried rice.
anticipation for breakfast of rice and kimchi results instead in 3 mochi sesame pastries, 2 mini croissants, 4 orange slices, grapes, carton of milk, peach yogurt.
everything separately packaged and arranged in wicker basket.
it will be possible to eat a different meal everyday for one month.
kimchi, tsukemono, green chiles dipped with miso gochu jang, pa jun, seafood udon,
bulgogi stew (soup of which becomes stock for flour-y udon), steamed kimchi dumplings, neng myon with soup, neng myon without soup.
counterweight: view from the 2nd rung from the bottom [herbal brew: smells like chinese medicine. chase shortly thereafter with soju.]
waste not words: she entered, ‘waste not, chinese artist’ [whole chicken stuffed with rice and stewed for many hours with ginseng and chinese herbs]
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