at the moment a certain lightray of PRISM refraction is circulating the sphere... it is known as easy prism .
starring:
Biba Bell, Gelsey Bell, Will Bowling, Claire Duplantier, Musetta Durkee, Jamm Leary, Ruby MacDougall, and a group of joggers.
music:
theme song from Fellini's Satyricon, sung in mirror canon by Gelsey & Musetta.
I am curious about identity in relationship to another, an intimate other. I am curious as to trait and character, affect and sympathy that are generated in response to another. And what of this other is projection and/or reflection of the self? Is one able to distinguish the self in another – where overlap occurs, where the discretion of the body begins to waver? Furthermore, I am curious as to how this place between, where lack might occur, is inhabited by an alterity of the two selves, envisioned as a space where identities are constantly projected, absorbed, refracted and reflected, where the epidermal layer of self is translucent and transparent, creating a space between the two that acts somewhat like a prism. These bodies might at once be supported in special space by soaring, radiating light - harnessed, generated and expressed by each self in the rise to meet. The energies converging in this space may also have a different temporal life… if the bodies are at once absent, what remains as a trace? Might space be marked or carved by the movement of this dance, invisible yet present?
Properties of a prism:
+ refracts, reflects and disperses light into constituent spectral colors;
+ traditionally a triangle in shape;
+ as light enters it is slowed down and bent;
+ acts like a mirror;
+ polarizes light.
Man lives with things mainly, even exclusively--since sentiment and action in him depend upon his mental representations--as they are conveyed to him by language. Through the same act by which he spins language out of himself he weaves himself into it, and every language draws a circle around the people to which it belongs, a circle that can only be transcended in so far as one at the same time enters another one.
~ Wilhelm von Humboldt (from Prisms by Theodor W. Adorno)