a fluidity of existence in times of Earth’s utter annihilation;
we ask ourselves when we lost feelings of love and grief,
wondering about the spectres of what could have been.
our bodies split,
diffracting through time,
neither here nor gone,
pulsating like an afterimage of desire;
a horse was our omen.
aching recurrence,
the landscape is our oracle.
8mm film, 2.2 minutes
“a fever dream of fragmentation, desire, and the psychic wound of environmental collapse. the two bodies embody inertia: the tendency to remain in motion unless disrupted by force. here, that force is melancholy—a paradoxical death drive resisting stillness. interweaving endurance, Lynchian dream logic, and grief, we find ourselves asking when we lost feelings of love and grief, wondering about the spectres of what could have been. our bodies split, diffracting through time—neither present nor absent—pulsating like the afterimage of desire.”
part of That One Time The Landscape Changed nomadic residency program, Kunstcentrum De Ploeg
curated: Jorien Katelaar & Radina Kordova
credits: camera & edit J.Roussel. performance Lily Dollner & Klaudija Ylaite & Zoro. Assistance Merijn Annema.