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These Moments

In completing my artist talk for June, I’m sifting through ‘reams’ of images, including many screen caps I’ve produced of my own videos. Here are a few that interested me.

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Transitional spaces between the desert fire and hospital–the moment of cross-fade is like the slip where one memory folds indiscriminately into another.

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The firefighters attempting an elevator rescue definitely recall one of my influences, Zbigniew Rybczyński, especially Take Five (1972) and Tango (1981). Echoes fall away to become past, present and future engagements with the attempted rescue

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Another transition near the Sylmar Cascades fire… the red squad occupies its own before and after, its own middle.

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Rather painterly, reminds me of my printmaking approach. Characters partially punch through a strange Hollywood overlay.

Desert Simulacrum

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Backdrop addresses cowboy

BY MARGARET ATWOOD

Starspangled cowboy
sauntering out of the almost-
silly West, on your face
a porcelain grin,
tugging a papier-mâché cactus
on wheels behind you with a string,
.
.
you are innocent as a bathtub
full of bullets.
.
.
Your righteous eyes, your laconic
trigger-fingers
people the streets with villains:
as you move, the air in front of you
blossoms with targets
.
.
and you leave behind you a heroic
trail of desolation:
beer bottles
slaughtered by the side
of the road, bird-
skulls bleaching in the sunset.
.
.
I ought to be watching
from behind a cliff or a cardboard storefront
when the shooting starts, hands clasped
in admiration,
but I am elsewhere.
.
.
Then what about me
.
.
what about the I
confronting you on that border,
you are always trying to cross?
.
.
I am the horizon
you ride towards, the thing you can never lasso
.
.
I am also what surrounds you:
my brain
scattered with your
tincans, bones, empty shells,
the litter of your invasions.
.
.
I am the space you desecrate
as you pass through.
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.

Margaret Atwood, “Backdrop addresses cowboy” from Selected Poems 1965-1975. Copyright © 1974, 1976.

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