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Death Wore a Miniskirt
1967, 8MM, COLOR, FICTION, 15 MINUTES
This was a product of Pop Art and the sixties, and partly inspired by
an etching by Gerardo Aparicio. The film was lost, and I barely remember the plota stolid businessman meets exotic woman who turns out to be Death. I experimented with stabilizing a hand-held camera (before I met Wolfgang Treu) and got a great sulphuric effect by over-exposing Death's yellow sweater.
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A Fable of Sorts
1977, 16MM, BLACK-AND-WHITE, FICTION, 20 MINUTES
This was Miniskirt all over again but upside-down: a woman artist instead of a businessman, and a mad photographer as Death. It's not that I was obsessed with death or art or this story, just that I was working a fairly dull 9-to-5 job and couldn't seem to come up with any new ideas. Plus, the actress had a loft. I tried a few experiments with sound but found that 16mm doesn't lend itself to that.
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Tiempo de violencia
1969, 16MM, BLACK-AND-WHITE,
DOCUMENTARY, 7 MINUTES
Tiempo de violencia (Time of Violence) is a documentary about the socially motivated work that Spanish artist Rafael Canogar was doing in the late 1960s. The film follows the creation of a single work of art, but along the way it shifts back and forth to other paintings and to images with disconcerting associations. The emphasis was far more visual than verbal.
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Michel Foisy and Gillian Turkie in an art gallery
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Mireia Sentis as a New York artist who lacks inspiration.
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Rafael Canogar at work in his studio, 1969.
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Dust to Dust
1977, 16MM, BLACK-AND-WHITE, ANIMATION, 3 MINUTES |
This animation was inspired by a conceptual piece by Catalan artist Francesc Torres, who had copied a dollar bill, copied the copy, and so on. Each copy added flaws and distortions, and moved the image slightly off center. Eventually, the original was too degraded to be recognized.
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I used a still from Fable, the dead artist lying on the floor and made about 100 photocopies (of copies of copies). Then I filmed it, one frame at time, and created in-camera dissolves to match the funereal sounds of Bach's Toccata and Fugue, which I had earlier taped and measured in the editing room.
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Mireia Sentis as a corpse.
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