Time had gone, and my memory did not exist, and I was unable to distinguish between what I had invented and what I had known, and I knew that what I had invented was all false.
Doris Lessing in The Golden Notebook.



009 Nieve

Las ardillas, Central Park bajo la nieve y haikus. El momento atrapado en unas imágenes que se intentan expresar con el ritmo de las palabras. La música de John Cage, el zen del pensamiento efímero, del sonido efímero, del recuerdo efímero, de las imágens efímeras.

Nieve, 1996, Hi8mm-VHS, music: John Cage, The perilous night No. 4
Squirrels, Central Park under the snow and haikus. The moment caught in pictures that try to express the rhythm of the words. The music of John Cage, Zen of the ephemeral thought, of the fleeting sound, of the fleeting memories, of the fleeting images.

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