is a video work, combining in it self minimalism of the plot, the
world depicted with emotional charge of offscreen truth. Film form is
limited to hand-held camera, nervous hiccuping of image, narrow
colour. Refinement of aesthetizing exertions is intended to build
sensation of stagnation, akinesia, numbness, rather not being source
of visual pleasure. Frugality of form, coarse and simplicity in
imagining give way before what is invisible. What is important is not
visual, known, either obvious, but rather revealed. Those are threads
in my body of work – gender, identity, family. Conventionalized
physical contact, odd touch, intimacy regulated culturally. Picture
was realised in my kid's room, at my parents. The cameraman was my
little brother, protagonist was father. I myself have chosen, the
most interesting for myself position, object of tensions revealed in
front of camcorder.
requested father, to close my eyes, as eyes of someone who passed,
deadman. Like leave veil. Curtains dropped down, drama goes on, with
reduced audience. Without abashment, closely.
brutal request, inauspicious, sinister, superstitious, pulls on the
surface what everyday life and routine of relations pushes into
subconscious, into the sphere of long-standing anxieties, forgotten
scares. On the other hand, the risk taken might pay back with
uniqueness of intimate contact, which we lost long time ago or even
worst, we never had – being for each other always absent.
this whole exercise is based on convention, product of culture, one
of the scene from thousand and one movies. Nevertheless, thanks to
conventionalized channels we communicate, our emotions run paths
precisely worn down through the years. Therefore I decided to diverge
in the woods, to go up the river, against the current. I wanted to to
get notion, to check unknown, before life check me up.
my personal confrontation: how much I was 'betrayed by […]
This is also confrontation with brutal as well banal, so difficult to
accept though, fact that people are transient, pass away forevermore,
for years. That is awareness that natural trail leads us to the
point, where I will have to bid farewell my father. And furthermore,
switching the optics to perspective of parent – my dad or any other
– its not saving, requiring exercise imagination and sensibility.
How to dismiss own child, hot to let child pass away, how to be
absent and how to fail.
father took a part in this project without big concern or doubt, no
big fuss, considered my request, , meanwhile I was crying.
I think that life gave us everything, endowed so we would be happy.
Eichelberger 'zdradzony przez ojca ' / ' betreated by his father '
. 1998, DO Publishing, Warsaw