I own a carousel. I keep it indoors, in the dark. There are no eyes to see it, no children to ride it. I own the size, presence and weight of it. I own the stress, the power and the idea of it. I did not make it, I do not enjoy it, I own it.
A correspondence film: rolls of high-contrast black-and-white film were sent back-and-forth in the mail over the course of a year until the film began to reveal itself as a science non-fiction fairy tale, a speculative quest–circling and searching, falling and landing, entering and exiting–to rec...
Musings of leeway, an illusive figure emerges from the emulsion.
One strip of Super-8 film is reconstructed, taped onto 16mm and then re-filmed on the optical printer.
The effluence according to its new emulsion, becoming a reflection of its own action.