Film Image #95

28 April 2025

I definitely think you are indicted. It comes unbidden. Can Bela come in? Somewhere far off, unknown to me—dynamics of the Other. That which is not me, but to which I somehow remain connected.

There is a yak sitting between Dave and Linda at the table. They seem unconscious of whatever the waterfall is doing. Is it a yak or a stag? Motes are floating in the waterfall—unintentional ones—in contrast to the intentional circles above Linda.

Something wearing a bra, or bikini, is between Dave and Kate. A koala, maybe? Does the waterfall have a mocha mousse colour? Is it a moose?

The waterfall is determining itself in front of me as I look at it. What once seemed like undetermined, flat areas of colour now appear as a multitude of difference—difference within difference.

30 April 2025

There is no hope without You. That is all I can trust in. All my effort channeled into Your will—whatever that is. And then, it is a win for everyone.

My body, the little paths in my brain, all lead to something I find abject. Mt din, my rot, Mount Din, Mount Dinton. You are invited to a murder. Should I care?

The bridge between this world and the next. Spirit and matter. Metaphor, embodiment, art, religion—ways to escape the hall of mirrors. I am aware of Your presence, yet You are withdrawn.

Do you see the face of the mouse in the top right corner? They have nothing in Your ether. Giants conversing. Geographical nationals. He is a fatted guy with a demon. Fresh charge. Drawing fresh charge for the sphere.

I have such a heavy feeling about this family meeting tomorrow—and the whole issue we're meeting about. I can find no peace. You are my only hope.

How do we glitch into Your will? From here, we are so unprepared.

Kate and Dave have the same flashy look in their eyes, yet Dave’s bottom half is angled toward Linda. It’s all too weird to understand. A luminous blue waterfall—lit by a luminous blue waterfall.

Masked and pretentious on the left. Terrifying and treacherous on the right.