i listen and the voice is of a world collapsing endlessly - s.b.

july 2019, loop


this video is based on a memory of an arctic sky seen during a flight, which i remembered being arresting. I couldn't find anything that looked or felt like what I saw - i just wanted to see it again, for as long as i wanted to. while working on this i was thinking about clarity, how isolating and precarious it can feel, how it can feel heavy but also light. on precarity specifically: at the time i was thinking about the meaning of "being free", how it can become an infinite interlude towards a nebulous or impossible source of radiance.