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Bera


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  • Artist:Wojciech Tubaja
  • Artwork Code: ART1488
  • Description:
    2012
    Video

    Wojciech describes this video as “only a moment, an impression. A portrait of a woman with the sea in the background. Nothing more.” Because of the strong backlight, the woman’s face is mostly inaccessibly shrouded in darkness, yet the occasional fluctuation of light allows us to see her expression. The background almost looks unreal, like a setup, as does Bera’s patient gaze. The video idealizes and romanticizes a moment, prolonging and preserving an impression that would ordinarily be simple and fleeting.

    “Sun blazing down, bit of a breeze, water nice and lively. I noticed a scratch on her thigh and asked her how she came by it. Picking gooseberries, she said. I said again I thought it was hopeless and no good going on, and she agreed, without opening her eyes. I asked her to look at me and after a few moments–after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slit, because of the glare. I bent over her to get them in the shadow and they opened. Let me in.” from “Krapp’s Last Tape”, Samuel Beckett, 1957
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2012
Video

Wojciech describes this video as “only a moment, an impression. A portrait of a woman with the sea in the background. Nothing more.” Because of the strong backlight, the woman’s face is mostly inaccessibly shrouded in darkness, yet the occasional fluctuation of light allows us to see her expression. The background almost looks unreal, like a setup, as does Bera’s patient gaze. The video idealizes and romanticizes a moment, prolonging and preserving an impression that would ordinarily be simple and fleeting.

“Sun blazing down, bit of a breeze, water nice and lively. I noticed a scratch on her thigh and asked her how she came by it. Picking gooseberries, she said. I said again I thought it was hopeless and no good going on, and she agreed, without opening her eyes. I asked her to look at me and after a few moments–after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slit, because of the glare. I bent over her to get them in the shadow and they opened. Let me in.” from “Krapp’s Last Tape”, Samuel Beckett, 1957