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conversation fragment,
Barcelona, September 2001 |
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...like you
said about your last project that you go and shoot something
and you watch it back and then you go again, maybe, so we
could probably do that. [person
2]: cause
I'm. I am, I am addicted to images, so I need images to get
me excited, only if it's to say I hate that. But you see what
I mean? Like, I need for us to shoot something and then look
it back and then, and then decide that it's shit or it's good,
you know it doesn't matter whether it's bad or good, it's just
that I need... [person1]:
no, I mean I think what we should do is... [person
2]: just to kind of,
get on a roll [person 1]:
I think what we should probably do is, just, I don't have tomorrow,
but are you completely decided what we gonna do tomorrow, because
that's your approach and, you see what I mean? [person
2]: I'm completely decided? [person
1]: you're gonna decide tomorrow what we'll do, because,
in the evening [person 2]:
all right, ok, yeah [person
1]: because that's...very much how you did your other
projects, whereas I'm maybe more like what I do now, you know
I write down [person 2] cause
I don't, I mean, cause that stuff, I just know that there is
such a big difference between writing something and then doing
it, know what I mean, it's, if you wanna work on structures
like that, I think you have to try it out basically and just
try a little part of it, just try a scenario out with that
concept in mind and actually see if we can actually work it
or not, but we need to actually do it, go and shoot something
and see if it works... |
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In the evening
we went to Placa Catalunia and bought small cans
of beer from a short Colombian guy, who was selling them
out of a bucket filled with ice cubes. We were talking about
the surface of images that had covered the whole city. The
next day, we saw a cockroach walking down La Ramblas and
then engaged in another conversation about the hyperreal
nature of the city. How even the cockroach fitted into that
atmosphere. It seemed natural to talk about the objective
of our coming here, us being here. We conversed, analyzed
and argued about the use of recording any images of or in
this place. Three months we had prepared for this moment,
but now, here, in what we had trained for, we did not know
what to do. There could not have been a starker contrast
than this place, to the tense and claustrophobic circumstances
we had come from. We argued more [...] about the use of taking
images in a place that seemed to exist purely to be recorded.
To us, it seemed paradox, yet not to do so would have produced
only a seemingly contradictory or absurd statement, even
if it would express a possible truth. From Parc
Guell, overlooking
the city, we observed the houses, the marks, the structure.
We despised the place and [...] |
On the third day, in the morning, we decided |
to follow some
random person. In Carrer Carmen, someone was walking
ahead of us. We followed him down the narrow, thin and beautiful alleyways,
criss-crossing Barrio Chino. Near the seaside
he entered the main road, which would eventually lead us to
to the Columbo column, where he stopped and talked to someone.
After five minutes, the two parted. We then followed the other
person. [...] |
-,. We still
didn't know, what the objective was, no one had, even in
the past, ever told us. [...] |
! we had to
record what the fuck was required from us. |
thkis , sorry
on,,,, the 2e or ssometime in September 20001 on some day,
and here , and that its 22-09-2001; 15:17:28: we recorded
in order to cenrend and what we had to recod, to record the
fuck out of it .. ! 5 22 thi the fuck . At
the table, for
almost an entire hour, nothing happened apart from some movement.
At some point,.? . After that we went to Paris. |
posted: 11:46:13; 11-08-2008 |
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