‘I love your eyes, my dear, their splendid sparkling fire, when suddenly you raise them so to cast a swift embracing glance, like lightning flashing in the sky. But there’s a charm that is greater still, when my love’s eyes are lowered, when all is fired by passion’s kiss and through the downcast lashes I see the dull flame of desire’- Bjork, Dull Flame Of Desire
‘Smear’, work by Helen Pynor
Room in the north wing. Alert matter, fortified by form, puts down roots through chairs to floors, desperately trying to keep her landless kingdom. Exhausted by the waiting time, unable to restrain any longer, matter sprouts first new bud, before the messenger arrives. He enters few minutes later, blindly lead by the instant. Neither matter nor the messenger is aware it will save both from blending with empty space.
‘After Dark My Sweet #1′, work by Kristin Oppenheim
Isn’t touch the main sense, if you consider audition begins with acoustic wave touching auris interna; taste- with corporal touch of taste buds; and sight with delicate graze of cornea. Doesn’t it seem those are touch derivatives, validated by the right stimulation? Too many questions too early, go back to sleep, dear.
‘Embrace 2′, work by Bill Henson
In the speakers: ‘Lay It Down’ by Peter Bjorn And John
On truth and meaning; there are tricks and evolutions anyone could come up with, yet only few are able to perform.
‘Erimo Cape’, work by Masahisa Fukase
