I just watched your video twice, whilst gorging on broccoli and hummus and chips which mostly missed my mouth and fell into my beard. I mention this for context for consumption, of consumption, while consuming your image. Now that I've seen it twice it seems like it could bare yet another repetition, as though it has been implying repetition from the beginning. I should also mention that I was viewing on a phone, sitting in the sun of my kitchen in full beams, high glare, all the reflections of myself and the chip beard and the room I'm sitting in sharing the space of your Germanic-forest Ice(land)-face, blending between frames, my hand hold shakes of viewing quivering along with yours as camera operator on the other end of the kino-eye, perhaps just centimeters beyond the black mirror or infinitely far away. What do you want to hear from me about this? Some annoying questions? Ok, go: Is this art? Is this the ideal viewing experience? Does this viewing add or subtract from your original intention? What was your original intention and am I subject to your determinism or am I in charge of determining it myself, or my own path, or my own "I", or anything at all? If adding and subtracting isn't relevant for your consideration then perhaps multiplication or division would better suit your needs? Less questions now, more statements of my own inclination maybe.... It seems like being in the sun was appropriate, like I should have been even more outside, with a higher contrast screen (definitely never a digital projector) and maybe huddled in a group of teenage ravers all watching your video simultaneously on their own screens, pointing to the parts which they liked most, showing each other (and me) their flicker frames, so many screens and so many speed nails and so many green eyebrows. But more than all that, more than just more things happening, it would have been more looking, and that seems like the really important part: looking. You are always looking at the screen - not directly into the camera - and it's obvious that you are looking at a screen and it's obvious that I'm looking at you on my screen looking at your screen and as I look at mine I see myself more and more which makes me realize that you are there/then looking at yourself more and more, not at me, or someone else, only yourself. I'm sitting here now after the fact (of looking) thinking about all the looking that just happened wondering who the looking was for, if it was all for you or for someone else, and how that works... am I looking at you look at yourself, a voyeur looking in on your memory/fantasy, or am I observing a more focused looking, a gaze you are crafting, a weapon you are smelting, bullets of vision ricocheting in every direction, bouncing off tits and ass masks, scrambled egg forests, pixel smeared makeup manifolds, feigned sensuous embraces, authentic auteurs, killing time to waste time to spend time to make time, for boredom and intrigue and skinny dipping all blending into one vision. Seems like the screen is doing all the framing. Other questions then begin to rise about what is not seen, what is off screen, how the bodies move underwater, under mirror, whether I'm being directed explicitly or implicitly... how do the black frames function? How much time is needed to fully ingest what is taking place, the long shots compared to the short ones? How much of the body needs to be seen to know what is happening on camera, through movement, as a form, as an image, as a gaze? Who is this third person, being implied and also created, that exists behind the camera when you two girls are both in front? Is this mysterious "other" me, or some other, or any other, or just "another" that doesn't deserve a representation as gazer? Am I a voyeur by choice or did you make me into one? The highest compliment I think I can give you is that your little video was not so little but carries profound resonations into larger cinematics - it makes me think about films, and just FILM, films I want to make and that perhaps I could only make after seeing your video, your video which is definitely not a film but could become one if you decided for it to be, which leads back to the question of what I am to do with it, where does it sit, how do I watch it, and what do I make of it now that I've seen what it has made of me? I would be very curious to hear what you think you have made, if only to compare it to what I have observed you making, and for us both to compare all that which was believed to be seen and remains unseen, perhaps ever unseen, beyond the scrim of the eye, outside the framing of vision, past the feels of the body and the flies of the donkeys, out there on the surface of the skinny dip lake at the end, shimmering against the sun like my hand held mirror murmurs in my grasp, blinds me through inner and outer lights, jiggling the floating plasma in my retinal ocean and allowing me to safely conclude that I would be fine never hearing that song for the rest of my life.

Thanks for sharing. Please give me some answers.