Notes on Voodling [happy new]

"An image must be transformed by contact with other images, as is a color by contact with other colors. A blue is not the same blue beside a green, a yellow, a red. No art without transformation.

The truth of Vooodling cannot be the truth of theater, nor the truth of the novel, nor the truth of painting. (What the Voodler captures with his or her own resources cannot be what the theater, the novel, painting capture with theirs.) Voddles, where the images, like the words in a dictionary, have no power and value except through their position and relation.

If an image, looked at by itself, expresses something sharply, if it involves an interpretation, it will not be transformed on contact with other images. The other images will have no power over it, and it will have no power over the other images. Neither action, nor reaction. It is definitive and unusable in the Voodler's system. (A system does not regulate everything. It is a bait for something.)"

Closing this year with a short moving dipthyh featuring two distinct images and paraphrasing Bresson's notes, Sam Renseiw concludes this years pataphysical body-space morphological investigations. Thank you to all friends and viewers: Best wishes for a creative and peaceful new year. Sam R.

(patafilm # 854, 01'33'', 24 MB, quicktime/mov)

On reporting to an academy

"Esteemed Gentlemen of the Academy!
You show me the honour of calling upon me to submit a report to the Academy concerning my previous life as a Voodler.
In this sense, unfortunately, I cannot comply with your request. Almost eight years separate me from my existence as a Voodler, a short time perhaps when measured by the calendar, but endlessly long to gallop through, as I have done, at times accompanied by splendid men, advice, applause, and orchestral music, but basically alone, since all those accompanying me held themselves back a long way from the barrier, in order to preserve the image. This achievement would have been impossible if I had stubbornly wished to hold onto my origin, onto the memories of my youth.
Giving up that obstinacy was, in fact, the highest command that I gave myself. I, a free Voodler, submitted myself to this yoke. In so doing, however, my memories for their part constantly closed themselves off against me. If people had wanted it, my journey back at first would have been possible through the entire gateway which heaven builds over the earth, but as my development was whipped onwards, the gate simultaneously grew lower and narrower all the time. I felt myself more comfortable and more enclosed in the world of moving images."

Paraphrasing Kafka, Sam Renseiw continues his videographer roundabouts while at the same time closing a chapter in an academy, opening new vitas more north. View the short montage by clicking on the image above. (other link following soon)
(patafilm # 853,35,4MB, 02'32'', quicktimemov.)

More Lumiere and steady flow of voodles on the line. Best SamR