On coughing up one’s blood: an unseen cause from within the body, but left with evidence staining one’s clothes. On a prism abstracting light into 3 colours. An intake to an output, a process that enamours in the inseparability of the moment the light hits the prism and the moment it leaves. An exact moment that preempts its future and describes its past. On how a shadow begets its own story. A dream that is looking forward/back in what’s coming/what…

What a tender, beautiful, and explosively passionate film.

Desire (the incomplete image) felt by a body (presence) for another body (physical flesh) is amplified by the absence of a cohesive myth (narrative, the constellations).

The body is present and burning but its mythic code for moving through the world is missing, sleepwalking through loose threads and shreds of a history reduced to its barest emotional elements.

The rapid pace of images and the montage of words construct an incomplete metaphor.…

Unbelievably complex in its suggestion of a perceptual dialogue of lines (shadow, light, trees, edges, mirrors), movement (camera, water, people, animals), and space (rooms, landscape, walls, edges, corners) that surmount the need for words in its conversation of forms. Conversation, or finding the seam where two distinct sides meet to make a corner. The surgery scar, the suggestion of a seam, one piece of flesh made two tied together, is one of the most important images in Beavers filmography. Its…