From behind the veil of technological
amazement the spectator stares at this ghost. It is not alive, nor dead, but
decomposing. Its form cannot be preserved. The tomb in which it was mummified—the
black storage box to preserve it only slows the process that is decomposing. Here, projected upon the wall, shines an
image once alive, preserved, and now decaying. With each advancement of film
and gaze upon the image, the ghost begins to slowly travel from that piece of
film and into the spectator itself. One can physically feel the wind that
travels into our open orifices and within our bodies. Upon this moment, the
spectator comes to realize that we are not only watching this ghost but also
recording it ourselves, as camera operators would.
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