Between

I always thought myself somewhere between cinema and photography and painting. Somewhere between fiction and reality. Somewhere between real and emotional physics. Between Rational and Social logic. Somewhere between Western, Middle and Eastern cultures. Somewhere between Art and Entertainment. Between Weirdo and Normal. Between Life and Death.
And I thought I will be recognized as being all, but now I know better.
Everybody said - you are not one of us. 
And they are so right because all this time I only said -
I am not one of you.

Art vs Art

People want Art to comfort and ease their fear of loneliness and meaningless fail at life.
That is why we have Culture.

And there is another thing, unfortunately also called #Art that wants People to confront their innate nature and brake free from Death from our terror of death and its absolute loneliness.

These two kinds of Art, actually divide People in two different kinds of human beings. Those that create and sustain societies for the sole reason of safety and comfort. And those that use their life to explore with their own body, mind and soul the inner windings of what 'be', 'have', 'am' might be and how they function and how they create perception, experience and life.

truth lost in the process

Is traditional way of life connected with meaning and life only through responsibility, through the burden of desires, through the instinct of becoming apart of the norm? Does it have a deeper meaning? A connection with the soul or is just fake? A fake violently painted in righteousness.
I find so many arguments that proves me it is Fake.
But something tells me there is something there original truthful but lost in the process.

I am so afraid knowing that so easy one can create self sustainable worlds. Disconnected from the deep, from the soul, from the breath. From the magic.

Titles

TITLES:

Ecuation
Afonal
The New Help
Junkies act like People
Fix no Cure
No moving parts - thinking about the tape, vinil, cassete, cd - now the sd cards - tehnology changes thinking, ch philosophy
Normative (roles the World)
Sfincter
Mistical intuition of scientific truth
brain areas/function
Morphic fields
Murdered sounds
No days no months no years
24 degrees celsius
People are toys
Intelectual fallacy

Only the recorded life is fufilling
(real) - bidemnsional reality
Humanist concuktion
Surface level
1,1,1,1...
The 3rd chapter
Life is electronic
person and Place
Character and action
Fear made me selfish
I like pink foods
Carcasse mentaal
Erotic contact
After effect
I am not one of you
Anal chamber
Fixed matrix of spheres

Izometric - care pastreaza distanta a doua puncte oarecare - contractie a unui muschi fara ca acesta sa se poata scurta, raminind la aceeasi lungime
Have a break
I am not one of you
Safety sucks
I wanna be a sitting duck
The body manipulates the mind
Falling of the table
HumanNotHuman
Evlavie
Mirean
Manufactred
The Cheruvim robot in Eden
Infundat in gind
Pain is consequence
Erata
The un-reality of real life
Un tuned society
Anxiety events
Don't be afraid of the ugly
My brain is not active
Unificarea creierului mama
Art as pet
Last noun

Xxx Safety sucks - used

the Better World

All the good people want to make this world a better place. More beautiful and hopefully happier.
But let us supose all the world has became beautiful. What now?
How would the people think, feel, desire? What kind of people would be?
Would the people see all as beauty. Or would a sort of general beauty be posible for all?
A post-human world.
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Post-Cinema is the cinema we do

Post-Cinema

naturalistic
non-drama
international in setting, culture, social
meta in purpose
focused on inner experience and turmoil
immersive
moody
small

It is another kind of performance, another kind of looking at a moving image. It is an image. The actor plays himself as acute and deep as he can. The characters have open hearts and vulnerable souls. It is not what they do but what they feel. Is the story of a feeling.
Is narrative art that explores feelings in emotional form. Is not about behavior anymore. Is about the extension and expression of special feelings.
No more Love and Dread. Our inner universe is so much more than that.
Is not action, is only emotion.
The spectator is involved is not only shown something. He has to figure things out. He has to make his own mind.
There is no ending, no conclusion. All stories are open. For our lives are always open. Always surprising.
Is another kind of outlook on life.

PostCinema is the cinema we do.
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Sport vs Art

Sport is not Art
never look at Art with the expectations of Sport
Art is sacrifice
Sport is conquest

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Nobody wants to watch a QualiaFilm - manifesto

Art is for people that have money, or act as if they have them. People that need more than utilities and comfort. People that need complex, esthetic and sometimes challenging new things.

Thus:

Nobody that has money or wants them will watch a QualiaFilm because we can't show them anything beautiful in our films, we use only leftovers, trash an worn out objects.
No one that fears, respects or believes in Church and its Laws, because we brake the laws of decency and respect to test our ideas, feelings and relationships out there in the 'open space'.
No one that fights and work for their house, food, children and social status, because our characters always want to brake free from their 8 to 5 life. They all want to find the Other Life. Toe one hidden behind our minds.
No one that loves and yearns to win, to have, to power and control, because we hate competition, without it we can open new doors or perception.

Dintr-un Scenariu - Stefana

Spatele unei femei care se spala. In cada. Baia are un geam mare prin care intra lumina desi cada este in intuneric. Totul este invechit, fainata odata alba acum ingalbenita, cada cu email rupt, covorase murdare pe jos. O oglinda cojita sub care un raft de sticla murdara si citeva sticle de parfum si de fixativ. Un pahar colorat de periute de dinti si o singura periuta.
Pe masina de spalat sint hainele ei aruncate si citeva ziare si citeva rebusuri si un creion cu guma la celalalt capat.
Este o femeie trecuta cu pielea moale care ii atirna, o spala ca si cum ar vrea sa si-o puna la loc sa fie din nou intinsa frumos sa poata iesi afara din casa fara sa se simta vinovata si handicapata ca nu mai are cu ce sa atraga privire din jur.
Oglinda este aburita.
STEFANA isi spala calciiele cu o piatra ponce innegrita de vreme. Cu ea se spalau si copii ei cind erau mici.
Detaliile unei femei care se spala in umbra.
(Ferestrele sint aburite, afara se vad masini care trec, niste forme fantomatice care nu se aud deloc.)

there is no awakening

Freedom is something that we create.
Something we have to build.
There is no awakening.
Is building awakeness.

the gesture of looking

For me film is about the gesture of looking. About the feeling of looking at an unreachable point. Film/screen, moving image is touch.
Is a personal, emotional, point of view about forms. An exercise of reaching inside other people's soul, beyond their own consciousness.
Beyond any form or object. Into its own otherness. Purity covered by the machine.

this is worth exploring

I am not saing 'this is it', 'this is the way' - I say 'this is worth exploring', 'this worth finding what it is about, dealing with it, playing with it, fighting with it'
I am not a preacher, I am an explorer. I don't have answers, I have only interesting questions.

an answer or a question

Do you want to play beautiful roles in beautiful films? Or hardcore ones in trash films, painful and provocative?
Do you want to become a star, respected and loved by all. Or a free spirit, misunderstood and contested by all?
An answer or A question?

Carve

We all hide behind a Tool, a Craft, a Persona. No matter how hard we try, trough what kind of intervention, we can only recarve and change and rename our Tools. There is no way out, there is only a way in. And that Way is a silent one, a blind one.

Drapes

My films blind the spectator.
My films are like drapes in front of drapes in front of drapes.

I do not want to seduce the spectator.
I leave the spectator alone in a jungle filled with dangers and repulsions.
Easily, very easily following him through his excruciating trip.

Pain

"If it doesn't hurt, it's not art."
"If it doesn't really, really hurt, it's not performance art."

Acting as the Pure Pawn

Acting as an art form is a person's representation of fear of being used, of the fact that your actions will harm yourself and act as aid, without your consent and knowledge, for another one.
Having no control over your actions.
Being a pawn. Deserving to be a king.
Acting, Performing is the Freedom out of acknowledging that you have no control,
into a Protected Space.
And through that, learning how to become a Pure Pawn, to find out what you can control, learning how to accept all lack of control,
and become fully a Pawn.
A pawn that can act himself so good, so pure that can become anything.
A Pure Pawn is as a King. There is no difference.

Art as Fear

People invented Art as a safety device - a Protected Space between self and the real dangerous objects. And dangerous is anything with a will of its own. Anything that can push us out of control, into danger and loss.
- animals, people, God, nature, destiny, desires, emotions, self
- social structure, moral demands, virtues

- drawing, sculpture, dramatic writing, film, dance, architecture, sports, games
Each represents a different kind of fear.
Each one is a different kind of Space where one can meet safely with his own fears.

People consume (meet) Art only there where their fears lie in.

Protected Space

[...J]ust as individuals do, human societies tend to see what they want to see. They create national myths of identity out of a composite of historical events and fantasy narratives that, if not challenged, lead to destruction.

[...] Cultures that endure carve out a protected space for those who question and challenge national myths. Artists, writers, poets, activists, journalists, philosophers, dancers, musicians, actors, directors and renegades—that just about covers everyone in this tent tonight—must be tolerated if a culture is to be pulled back from disaster. He points out that these artist renegades serve as prophets and are therefore dismissed, labeled by the power elites as subversive. Given the harsh realities of Peter’s earlier life I would add that society’s wrath does not stop at dismissing the voices of subversives, as we know about so many who have suffered at the hands of those who would silence them.

[...V]isionary artists like Peter Schumann are our sharpest eyes, our keenest ears, our most adept linguists as they see that which has been made invisible or unwelcome, they hear the voices missing from our dominant narratives and they speak in languages that pierce unconsciousness and translate slick sound bites into nuanced and deeper understandings of our world.

from: http://www.clydefitchreport.com/2012/08/questioning-myths-bread-puppet-theaters-peter-schumann/

Obsession

“The only difference between an artist and a lunatic is, perhaps, that the artist has the restraint or courtesy to conceal the intensity of his obsession from all except those similarly afflicted.”
– Osbert Sitwell