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From: Ben Cook LUX [mailto:[log in to unmask]]
Sent: 19 May 2004 12:37
Subject: LUX AT CANDID ARTS/ OPERA MUNDI/ MONDAY 24 MAY 7PM
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LUX SALON OFFSITE AT CANDID ARTS, ANGEL, ISLINGTON
Monday 24 May 7pm
OPERA MUNDI - NICOLAS REY (3 x 16mm, 1999, 60 minutes)
Extraordinary hour-long triple-projection work by Paris-based artist Nicolas Rey. A mixture of Guy Debord and Hollis Frampton concerned with labour and analytical study (Rey describes it as "one of those action films, only the action would be contemplating"). http://perso.club-internet.fr/nicorey/
Presented in collaboration with Candid Arts Trust and No.w.here, a new artists' centre for fine art film production.
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Basement Gallery, CANDID ARTS TRUST, 3 Torrens St, London, EC1V 1NQ.
Behind Angel tube in Islington.
Entry: £2, NO NEED TO BOOK
See http://www.candidarts.com/ for directions.
"Ritournelle et fatrasie"
opera mundi, a hand-made film by Nicolas Rey, triple 16mm, 1999, one hour
1. For quite a while, I didn't like standing in line in supermarkets. It hasn't been that long since I started appreciating such an experience. A moment without movements (suspens), simply a minimal, automatic sliding of people and things. (A new cash register opens, everybody runs, I stay where I am.) A moment of relaxation, of observing your fellow man, his always surprising neck, his relationship to commodities. A moment of forced slowness, with secret plenitude and beauty.
You will hear: A litany of surgical instruments from an army depot.
2. For the 1920s avant-garde, filming the world meant filming machines. (Vertov, Richter, Ruttman). Even if the ideal world they composed in their films didn't exist, it was to come. Faith was intact. But the machines went wrong. What about the avant-garde ?
3. Subject doesn't matter. Grab moments of reality; follow your desires, without first judging the coherence of the whole. Wander.
Trust the pictures - and the sounds.
You will hear: A woman from a sports club denying me authorization
to shoot on their premises.
4. It's at work everywhere, functioning smoothly at times, at other times it fits and starts. It breathes, it heats, it eats. It shits and fucks. What a mistake to have ever said the id. Everywhere it is machines - real ones, not figurative ones: machines driving other machines, machines being driven by other machines with all the necessary couplings and connections. Hence we are all handymen: each with his little machines. And rest assured that it works. (...) Something is produced: the effects of machines, not mere metaphors. (Gilles and Felix, happy philosophers)
5. Slowly, confront the first pieces and discover what your desires meant. Put aside certain shots that don't fit. Shoot more; complete the composition, trying not to reduce it to a "story." Reconsider the elements you left aside. Keep going.
You will hear: A girl named Mathilde asking "her" Nico to call back, although she's not sure of the number.
5. A memory : work equals force times displacement.
You will hear: Someone named Stéphane trying to reach
another Nicolas Rey for obscure reasons.
6. The first three seconds of a shot the meaning jumps out. For those whom only information matters, those three seconds are enough to create trompe-l'oeil thinking.
7. The "really upside-down world" stands behind our eyes.
Each of us is the social body.
You will hear: An old woman trying to reach a friend of hers
to let her know a painter has an exhibit in the fancy part of town.
8. It would be one of those action films, only the action would be contemplating. To sit and consent to watch what someone else has seen. Nothing is sensational except the photographer being right behind you.
You will hear: A doctor trying to explain to a patient that his appointment is on Thursday, and not on Tuesday.
9. Corpus and socius are together in a boat. Corpus falls in water.
Who's left ?
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