ABSTRACT
WE are purging the Cine-Eye of its hangerson, of music, literature and theatre, we are seeking our own rhythm, one that has not been stolen from elsewhere, and we are finding it in the movement of objects.
WE are purging the Cine-Eye of its hangerson, of music, literature and theatre, we are seeking our own rhythm, one that has not been stolen from elsewhere, and we are finding it in the movement of objects.