BLONDE WOMAN LOOKING AWAY
3 min. Mixed Media, 2016
The female body, a mutable yet timeless natural construct, was on the ballot this year. That is to say, every election year in America, in one way or another, the female body is on the ballot. We are pushed and pulled between viewing our bodies as political weapons, at times, or ping pong balls, at other times, or, a system of numerical ratings, or, in the worst of times, an object to be grabbed. Pulled and pushed by this body politic, we must stop and remind ourselves that we inhabit these bodies, how ever we are punished for this natural construct of genetic chance. As the storm windows are drilled down atop the glass ceiling by the same old actors, we look up?
Publication:
www.digitalamerica.com
Issue 8. The Digital Female Body
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Publication:
www.digitalamerica.com
Issue 8. The Digital Female Body
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Cut
Blonde woman moving in slow motion.
Another pulling her head.
You are not sure what you see.
Black
Woman in black with covered head
sitting at a sofa.
Modern living room.
Strange sculptures in the background.
She has a drink in her hand.
You think, she might wait for somebody.
Cut
Blonde woman moving in slow motion.
Another pushing her head.
You realize her body is in bondage.
Cut
Blonde woman looking at herself in the mirror.
Black
Portrait of a girl.
She looks at you strangely smiling.
Black
Portrait of a man.
He looks at you strangely smiling.
Black
Then a portrait of a woman again.
She looks at you strangely,
smiling.
Blonde woman moving in slow motion.
Another pulling her head.
You are not sure what you see.
Black
Woman in black with covered head
sitting at a sofa.
Modern living room.
Strange sculptures in the background.
She has a drink in her hand.
You think, she might wait for somebody.
Cut
Blonde woman moving in slow motion.
Another pushing her head.
You realize her body is in bondage.
Cut
Blonde woman looking at herself in the mirror.
Black
Portrait of a girl.
She looks at you strangely smiling.
Black
Portrait of a man.
He looks at you strangely smiling.
Black
Then a portrait of a woman again.
She looks at you strangely,
smiling.
Cut
The body of a blonde woman moving in slow
motion.
The camera moving along her body is in bondage.
Cut
Blonde woman lying almost naked in a bed.
Mirror in her right hand.
Her left hand at her face.
Her gaze is not present.
Cut
Blonde woman lying in a bed fully dressed.
Handkerchief in her left hand.
Her gaze is not present.
Black
“I was always so haggard and irritable.
My druggist suggested Rybitol
And since taking it I feel like a new person.”
(Mildred Fazzin talking to you.)
Black
Blonde woman on the ground.
Scattered and wet hair.
You think she is scared
The body of a blonde woman moving in slow
motion.
The camera moving along her body is in bondage.
Cut
Blonde woman lying almost naked in a bed.
Mirror in her right hand.
Her left hand at her face.
Her gaze is not present.
Cut
Blonde woman lying in a bed fully dressed.
Handkerchief in her left hand.
Her gaze is not present.
Black
“I was always so haggard and irritable.
My druggist suggested Rybitol
And since taking it I feel like a new person.”
(Mildred Fazzin talking to you.)
Black
Blonde woman on the ground.
Scattered and wet hair.
You think she is scared
Black
You look at her eyes.
Black
You look at her open mouth.
Black
You look at her fingers.
Black
You look at her neck.
Black
A blonde woman looking at you.
Slow fade out
You look at her eyes.
Black
You look at her open mouth.
Black
You look at her fingers.
Black
You look at her neck.
Black
A blonde woman looking at you.
Slow fade out
Blonde Woman Looking Away
(transcript of the video)
You see a blonde woman.
Titles running through her face.
Her mouth and her nose are covered.
Her eyes are looking away.
Black
You see a blonde woman.
There is only a big bright lamp in the background.
Her eyes are looking away.
You don’t know how she feels.
Black
A blonde woman looks up.
You think she might be uncomfortable.
You see her bare shoulders.
Black
A blonde woman looks at herself in the mirror.
You see her naked shoulders.
The gesture of her wrist is doubled by the mirror.
Fade to Black
As the blonde woman vanishes away you listen to
the urgency of the sound.
Black
A man is turning to a blonde woman.
Her body is covered by hay.
She looks towards a camera and the man standing
next to it.
You think her body looks scattered.
The man leans toward the camera.
Fade to
(transcript of the video)
You see a blonde woman.
Titles running through her face.
Her mouth and her nose are covered.
Her eyes are looking away.
Black
You see a blonde woman.
There is only a big bright lamp in the background.
Her eyes are looking away.
You don’t know how she feels.
Black
A blonde woman looks up.
You think she might be uncomfortable.
You see her bare shoulders.
Black
A blonde woman looks at herself in the mirror.
You see her naked shoulders.
The gesture of her wrist is doubled by the mirror.
Fade to Black
As the blonde woman vanishes away you listen to
the urgency of the sound.
Black
A man is turning to a blonde woman.
Her body is covered by hay.
She looks towards a camera and the man standing
next to it.
You think her body looks scattered.
The man leans toward the camera.
Fade to
The camera is slowly moving in a room.
There is a mirror on the wall.
There are also painted flowers on the wall.
Scattered cloth.
A woman is weeping continuously.
At last you see her, a blonde girl.
Then you hear the voice of another woman:
“It’s a little late for tears, isn’t it Barbara?
Even though you didn’t know what was going to
happen today,
You still had your whole life to prepare for it.”
You ask yourself why the romantic music.
Cut
“Oh, this coffee is crap!”
You see a man spitting a cup of coffee away.
You see a woman standing next to, while he sits.
Her hands behind her back, waiting.
Cut
“Honey!”
You think, you don’t believe her voice can be that
high pitch.
She had her whole life to prepare for it.
The coffee spat over little flowers.
Black
You see a blonde woman standing at the kitchen
table.
She looks away.
There is a question in her eyes.
One hand leans on the table,
The other lies still on her belly.
You see a blurry handle in the foreground.
It reminds you a knife.
Black
You see a woman in the kitchen.
Her paper bag fell apa
There is a mirror on the wall.
There are also painted flowers on the wall.
Scattered cloth.
A woman is weeping continuously.
At last you see her, a blonde girl.
Then you hear the voice of another woman:
“It’s a little late for tears, isn’t it Barbara?
Even though you didn’t know what was going to
happen today,
You still had your whole life to prepare for it.”
You ask yourself why the romantic music.
Cut
“Oh, this coffee is crap!”
You see a man spitting a cup of coffee away.
You see a woman standing next to, while he sits.
Her hands behind her back, waiting.
Cut
“Honey!”
You think, you don’t believe her voice can be that
high pitch.
She had her whole life to prepare for it.
The coffee spat over little flowers.
Black
You see a blonde woman standing at the kitchen
table.
She looks away.
There is a question in her eyes.
One hand leans on the table,
The other lies still on her belly.
You see a blurry handle in the foreground.
It reminds you a knife.
Black
You see a woman in the kitchen.
Her paper bag fell apa
She looks at somebody.
Uses only her one hand to pick up the eggs.
Black
Blonde woman at the door.
Next to her a black coat is hanging.
Black
Blonde woman at the door.
Looking at somebody.
Her hand at her hip.
Black
Two silhouettes in the fog.
Both from the back.
The woman, blonde?, looks at the men
while he is looking away.
Cut
A silhouette of a woman undressing.
Black
A woman lying on black silk
with white shirt on, otherwise naked.
Black
There is a book next to her.
She doesn’t look at anybody.
Cut
Little white flowers.
Cut
Little black flowers.
Uses only her one hand to pick up the eggs.
Black
Blonde woman at the door.
Next to her a black coat is hanging.
Black
Blonde woman at the door.
Looking at somebody.
Her hand at her hip.
Black
Two silhouettes in the fog.
Both from the back.
The woman, blonde?, looks at the men
while he is looking away.
Cut
A silhouette of a woman undressing.
Black
A woman lying on black silk
with white shirt on, otherwise naked.
Black
There is a book next to her.
She doesn’t look at anybody.
Cut
Little white flowers.
Cut
Little black flowers.