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“Vision is a creation, it’s not a perception. And I experimented all the...”
– Hugues de Montalembert - in Black Sun 2005
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“An image is a sight which has been recreated or reproduced. It is an appearance,...”
– John Berger
“I’m an eye. A mechanical eye. I, the machine, show you a world the way only I...”
– Dziga Vertov
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La Notte
Lidia: (reading) "When I awoke this morning, you were still asleep. As I awoke, I heard your gentle breathing. I saw your closed eyes beneath wisps of stray hair and I was deeply moved. I wanted to cry out, to wake you up, but you slept so deeply and soundly. In the half light, your skin glowed with life so warm and sweet I wanted to kiss it, but I was afraid of waking you up. I was afraid of you being awake in my arms again. Instead, I wanted something no one could take from me, mine alone, this eternal image of you. Beyond your face I saw a pure, beautiful vision, showing us in the perspective of my whole life, all the years to come, even all the years past. That was the most miraculous thing to feel, for the first time, that you had always been mine. That this night would go on forever, united with you warmth, your thoughts, your will. At that moment, I realised how much I loved you, Lidia. I wept with the intensity of the emotion. For I felt that this must never end, we would remain like this all our lives, not only close, but belonging to each other in a way that nothing could ever destroy, except the apathy of habit, the only threat. Then you awoke and, smiling, you put your arms around me, kissed me, and I felt there was nothing to fear. We would always be as we were at that moment, bound by stronger ties than time and habit."
Giovanni: Who wrote that?
Lidia: You did.
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WALDEN
“And now, dear viewer, as you sit and as you watch and as the life outside in the streets is still rushing… maybe a little bit slower, but still rushing, from inertia… just watch these images. Nothing much happens. The images go, no tragedy, no drama, no suspense. Just images, for myself, and for a few others. One doesn’t have to watch, one doesn’t. But if one feels...