by Dominik LANGE 1999-2000 / 16mm / color-b&w / sound and silent / 1 screen / 23' 00
The address.
It is not for oneself, or not only, that one creates. A film can be an offering, a prayer, a manifesto, a confidence, a song, a protest...
He can give birth to a voice, or fill it up, so that another listens to it, considers it, saves it. Here, look what I am handing you. This gesture, this setting in motion out of oneself. Joy of the gift, a gaze that seeks to lose itself by multiplying, a voice that already reaches me, which recognizes me in darkness. The possible registers are infinite, the forms of mise en abyme, the more or less tortuous paths. A thousand and one ways to address oneself, to want to reach the other.
There, an attempt at connection, a call for alliance, a common listening that establishes us again...
Here, a dedication, occult or explicit. A film like a letter, a love film, a film that seeks the human where we did not see him ...
Did he need me to live there?
Text film comment by Violeta Salvatierra
( The sound of the film must be set to low volume for projection.)