Due to circumstances of health (ironic since my last point of view of hospitals and the human body where those magnified images of bloodied wounds that Robin had splashed writ large on a projection screen, rather stomach churning!), I sadly missed the sound toys of Studio Tonne. I'm a natural fiddler and very curious, so to be able to pick things up and play with them is a real thrill, especially when someone elses imagination and inspiration has gone into these one-of-a-kind objects. I'm also very into reverse engineering, and since a lot of modern hi-tech objects are sealed modular units, it presents me with a challenge to find out how they operate. Hopefully I might catch their work again soon.
I also meant to post this reaction to Auger Loizeau. Oh well, better late than never..
Afterlife
Auger-Loizeau
At first I was a bit intimidated by them. The press release I read did not help, blazoning as it did the subject of rotting corpses powering dildos. Not "sex 'n' death AGAIN I thought. Has this not, literally, been done to death? Was this going to be another cheap carnival of shocks we see constantly paraded in the performing show that is contemporary art?
But no. In fact, the little film reminds me of the 1980's TV version of The Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy, which I found strangely comforting and reassuring, with a calm soporific voice underscoring delicate beautiful animations that spiralled into black voids like sparkling constellations. It reminded me of something else as well, the lyric by Moby - "we are all made of stars".
The second part of the film, with the two conversationalists bobbing like lonely bouys in a vast ocean, faceless and miles apart yet with voices and stories, was totally compelling. These sleek and altered bodies made me think of dolphins. You cant see their lips but you know they are talking - just like intelligent sea mammals - sending messages miles across the sea.
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