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Dori Varga at Rawlines Kunstblitz Berlin

Short film screening at kunstblitz, Berlin

Dori Varga at Rawlines

Exactly a week ago (16.07.) we held a movie screening for short films at KUNSTBLITZ for four young talents:

Nadine Poulain (Germany) showed a preview of documentary ‘U-977 – 66 Days Under Water’ followed by her art film on the same subject. ‘U-977 – 66 Days Under Water’ is a cinematic feature length documentary about the deeply human quest for freedom and self-determination. Set at the end of WW2, it is the story of Heinz Schäffer, former u-boat commander of U-977, and his crew.

Arata Mori’s (Japan) ‘Camino Negro’ is based on key concepts such as Body and Image, Repetition and Nomadism. Inspired by French modern philosophers such as Gilles Deleuze and Georges Bataille and indigenous traditions and mythologies from all over the world, Arata has created a number of multimedia artwork including photography, video, sculpture and dance performance. Camino Negro, written and directed by Arata Mori was selected for Short Film Corner at 2013 Cannes Film Festival.

Anja Marais’ (South Africa) ‘Cathedral’ is a tale about acceptance. Shot entirely in Russia, it is a visual and audio poem inspired by the poet Anna Akhmatova. Instead of fighting suffering our female protagonist decided through admission of her burden to achieve union with herself and nature. Anja’s previous film ‘Shift’ is in a permanent collection of MOCA and was also selected for the Cannes Film Festival Short Corner in 2013.

Irene Moray’s (Spain) ‘Bernarda Rodríguez’ is a mokumentary about an artist. Irene usually works for different producer companies as a still photographer but she also experiments with video and directed a couple of video art pieces. Usually her recurrent issues are dance, female body, and underwater scenes, but in this short film Irene is just having fun as she said, directed and starred about a Berlin artist.

The night was curated by my right hand, and of KUNSTBLITZ’s artists: Adela Holmes, photographer. After the show, I set down with Adela and asked her about experiences with this project.

Short film screening at KUNSTBLITZ

DV: How did you choose between works while picking out the final pieces?

AH: We received a lot of film submission for the KUNSTBLITZ Short Film selection but the four films I chose for the viewing were the ones, which kept me wondering. I wanted to see more and had the urge to find out what will happen. There was not a moment where I wanted to skip any of the scenes and to me that was the crucial aspect in choosing these films. While watching the submissions I learned that you really have to give a film a chance, which means to watch the whole thing. Sometimes, it is clear in the very beginning that this is crap but you don’t know yet if this crap is intentional which could result in pretty good. Its also tricky with the really slow art films where in that case beautiful imagery keeps you captivated. Other times its other things, but captivation I’d say is the number one interest grabber. Be it the story, the music, the expression but something has to grab you and evoke curiosity. The quality of the film does not matter, but to me the quality of an actor is a very crucial choice.

DV: What made you like the showed movies?

AH: Nadine Poulain’s film puts you in a mood of meditation while gorgeous imagery slowly interchanges, enforcing a feeling. It is important to feel a film otherwise why even bother. Arata Mori’s strangeness in combination of incredible sounds on the subject of repetition was loaded with symbolism I still don’t quite understand, but that’s OK. There is always time to dissect a film. Most impotently, the fifteen minutes felt like so much longer (in a good way) because of the amount and variety of impressions, captivating. The Anja Marais film I could watch forever. The character’s body language, mainly her walk, keeps you wondering where she might be going and what is her intend. I could follow this character thought the world wondering forever. Irene Moray’s film was interesting to watch. It was one of those where you didn’t know if this is intentionally bad and yes, a few minutes into the film the realization that it is, makes you burst out in a loud laughter. The other submissions didn’t catch my interest in that intensity as the four selections and so the decision-making was easy. It might be on a personal level but curating a show means you show what you believe in and these four filmmakers I can’t wait to follow and see what else they will do.

DV: This was your first film-related curatorial work. Was everything like you imagined at the screening?

AH: I can say I’ve learned a lot from curating my first films show. Firstly that film is a really tough nut. And that whoever dares this endeavor is valiant. Showing it is also a challenge. I was lucky to have picked filmmakers who were patient with me. Overall it went really well but hard is what I am on myself. What I should have done is not to trust the fact that it will look fantastic on a textured wall projected with a projector never tested on the wall. Some films did all right, not all. Even though I have curated many shows, the difference between curating a short films viewing and a show with still images has become apparent. It has to be quiet and dark during the viewing that sets a mood, which is hard to break once the film is over and that it sometimes results in an awkward silence. Breaking that silence means taking things in charge in a very different way then usual. Not my expertise, but thankfully the KUNSTBLITZ crew managed to save the situation, as usual.

By |2017-07-11T00:09:17-04:00May 2nd, 2014|

to learn; to give

From Notebook – Miami Nov 2013

Today is the first day of Winter

and I saw a black angel

bracing the swell and foam

of the ocean.

During the night the moon spilled its yellow fodder into my soul,

purifying me of the coward deep inside.

I watched the pool filled with water around your cold metal feet

and my soul simultaneously filled with a desire…

But more importantly on that solstice day.

I made myself a promise…

to embrace my talent

to achieve the impossible

to grow exponentially

to open up and let my growth show

to stand proud

to give it all

and when I laid down, my back ached and my feet throbbed

I fell asleep and the last

image was that of the blurry moon

cascading off your bowed bronze head.

By |2017-05-02T12:57:05-04:00April 9th, 2014|

Paradox of Creating.

From my notebook 2013, Miami

Care so much for your work that you do not care for it anymore.

Hate your work until you like it.

Act without effort while being prolific.

Trust your subconscious and question the things you trust.

Spill over and be empty at the same time.

When you balance on this fine line while creating you will feel deeply alive, just for a moment.

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By |2017-07-12T13:09:35-04:00December 12th, 2013|

Paradise fallen

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In a garden of palm and fruit

the Pansies and Snapdragons

trimmed the bedding

my white child hands with care placed

my dolls on the lawn so that together we

could watch the sun and clouds gliding by, then

I saw you

your young black body already sullen over

weed and dirt

the proud mouth concaved

you’re strong back a door

closed from me

always moving away while fulfilling your duties

and as I sat under the Mulberry tree

with my purple-stained feet

try moving closer

mesmerized by your golden hands

I imagined they belong to a Lion tamer

the wielder of a silver sword fighting

Python with Baobab bodies

or a Prince from a faraway land

that I will one day visit and announce

my past adventures with their now King

every day I waited for your arrival

which was quiet

every day I will move a bit closer

for approaching the son of a King was

adventurous and full of riddles

a treacherous path

with rivers full of Crocodiles with sticky long tongues

curled up like a Chameleon tail

ready to grab and twine around my tiny feet

dragging me into the darkest deepest rivers,

with skies filled with hungry Vultures

camouflaged as clouds

ready to snatch me up into the air

to disappear forever into the bellies of their chicks

unknown my quest

you raked the dry and you trimmed the dead

with a dark bowed head

the day finally arrived when I slain all the monsters to reach you

and I was going to grab those golden hands and

flew up to the treetops and lived together

on berries filled with honey

you turned around

black eyes filled with beams of

emotions for which I did not have yet a name

an epileptic drum of words

run and spit from your raw tongue

your hands white knuckled a rock

and as this piece of accusing fossil

comet the air towards my head

birds got still

flowers got shorter

animals lost their voices

toys became plastic

and when my mother tucked me into bed

that night concerned for my tears

she wanted to know why?

I kept silent

for a storm was always hiding behind the

beautiful hills of the Water Mountains

For I know now that something wasn’t right.

By |2017-05-02T12:57:05-04:00November 15th, 2013|

For my Muse

muse

Softly, softly touch my forehead

lovely and holy you look upon me

for when I was soft with youth

you were there

for when I was old and worn

you were there

Kindly, kindly cover my head

benevolent and with compassion

you look towards me

for when I was cold and aloof

you were there

for when I was lava and fiery

you were there

Gently, gently cross my chest

forgiving and loving you see me

for when I was alone and a cast away

you were there

for when I was a cajoler and praised by many

you were there

Warmly, warmly you touch my feet

closing my casket the same way you rocked my cradle

you are here

by Anja Marais

By |2017-05-02T12:57:05-04:00July 13th, 2013|
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