“You saw nothing. Nothing.” “I saw everything. Everything,”

Something pops up in the darkness of the shot. Something barely recognizable because of the specific frame. Words disappear and with them the meaning of things. Only the form speaks with its fundamental delicate sharpness. It’s stripped of it’s identity- determining shell and becomes a reservoir of memory. The form gives a suggestive incarnation, but it’s not known for sure. It is consumed by the black emptyness, a no mans land, that seems to
be left out from the world. While the wandering light appears as a shadow looking for emotional truth. We find ourselves in between a tension of perception, imagination and ignorance.