podeamsmall Talk.
The room has become dark, black, the walls painted and the floor carpeted – it is a place you’ve seen many times before, and yet each time holds promise, and this time exceeded any expectation.
A thoroughly moving, touching, vaguely discomfiting video exhibition, Small Talk, is now at the Substation.
A claim to be a conversation between two individuals, one that you are welcome to eavesdrop into, is made at the door. It is a claim that is left irrefutable as you walk through those doors.
The collaborative efforts of local filmmaker Vitric Thng and Mexican artist Mauricio Alejo, it is one that revolves around the mundane, that revolves around the ordinary, that revolves around the normal.
It is, after all, small talk.
The sense of encroaching on someone’s personal space is incredible – you feel edgy and nervous and almost worried about getting caught. Yet you stay, listening, watching, thinking.
I was there alone, mid afternoon; there wasn’t a soul in the area. Not a soul, other than the souls that were in the pieces around me. The light streaming in from the small low window that threw my shadow against the wall seems to just highlight that I shouldn’t have been there, there I was a trespasser, but.
I couldn’t help myself.
Right now, I have few words for the exhibition, for I am thinking in colours and images and twenty five frames pal.
Small Talk ends tomorrow, so hurry.
beautifully written. now i’m cringing in pain because i missed it.
now – is there another re-run of it?
Kelvin Quee | Oct 8, 09:06 AM | #