BITING POINT
Mike Kelley talked about a common failure in visual literacy, the viewing of film as a kind of nature. Immersed in this held world doused with internal congruity, its image appears tenable and the mind forgoes the knowledge of its edges, that it has been fabricated. What is the climax of a work’s coming together, the biting point that allows its appearing as nature. It is, I think, an individual measure, and its possibility grows (quite freely) in the human brain. In set making, and reality making too, the face of its architecture, like the façade of culture (that invisible hand of thinking) produces effects unrelated to their core. That tree is not a tree (neither is that shelved glass). Semblances easily demolished for the next big thing. Involving the frame reveals an image’s flatness, and allows a peak into blinkered lucidity. Leaning back on old times, the strings of it all appear quite clearly: susceptibility is a dangerous enemy. I’m working to fix it in me.