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| OPEN PLATFORM/The Garlic of Performance Art Photo: Susanne Palzer |
Thanks to all the performers who took up the challenge of performing the digital without using anything digital and for taking part in the final Performance Test of the Random Process Experiment! It was a great evening of randomness and made this closing event a very special one!
Thanks to everyone at Access Space for all their help and support of RAM/RAR/RAA+RAP(s)!
Here is a little taster - Liz Hall's poem about video editing - more to come soon!
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| OPEN PLATFORM/RAP: Liz Hall/Edit Photo: Susanne Palzer |
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Static spits from
the bright faced screen.
Cursor picks up tiny
mountains,
specks of birds. I
drag and drop into the timeline,
clipping and
cutting, till I can tell the stories
of spring migration,
struggle for territory,
the flush to summer
plumage.
I try to still a
wind-shaken forest but
the image will not
stabilise and
crashing ravens jump
and flap against the sky,
and as the time bar
creeps its binary track,
caterpillars crawl
out from between
the keys, trail
their clipping path
across my hands.
Cables thicken
into tree snakes,
shed plastic skin, curl
scaled bodies around
the legs of furniture.
The hard drive hum
transitions into a chorus of cicadas
which purr and crop
at leaves of paper.
A flock of cranes
circling across the screen,
breaks free from
behind glass and zooms screaming
past me, knocking
reels from shelves,
as they head for the
cloud that gathers at my ceiling.
Spools bounce and
spill onto a carpet of grass
and waves of brown
tape cascade into rapids,
white rivers
waterfall down stairways
of sparkling
granite. As the water swirls
around my feet, I
let go command, control, feel
my skin dissolve
into pixels of twinkling light,
pin points of
colour. I am rendered
ineffectual,
compressed
into the memory of
atoms. I am
surrounded by the
breathing
of a million
different creatures,
so that I have no
beginning,
no end, one endless
loop of life,
no in-point, no
out-point.
I am static.
Liz Hall July ‘12