Sometimes, I feel my hands are tied on things with Ann Eilathan.
Her eyes fix on a tiny spot of dust. I suspect if she could see the micro-organisms or dust floating in the air, and if her eyes are telling about her grief or calm- ness? It's hard to tell.
Perhaps she has swapped her face with a doll in the department store.
Outside the box, collapsing into chaos, blood down- flowing, mind confused, heart trembled and chest tightened every so often; but her appearance making remains calm. She tells me that her soul has
Slow-So TV Channel X: Rice, Rice, Rice, video still, 2015-2016
long gone, distraction is normal. Mouthing a pulpy pudding, by then she realizes that the dry pan,whom trying to confuse blue with green, was sneezing and burning on the stove. Before she could take a breath, her mind drifts away again.
Evidently, she is suffering from distractibility.
I could only introduce the “Slow-So TV” to Ann. It did not attempt to get any broadcasting license. It is only an underground TV channel. No, it is a set of video installation, with all kinds of programmes on air at all times, boring country sceneries, oceans of the south from the old days, reporter without a voice, recipes for anorexia, a DIY birthday cake... nothing special. She starts watching with full attention, waiting for surprises, or peeping on something. Her gaze entangles with that of the monitor, both staring at one another. Her eyes are not empty anymore, sometimes they look weak, while sometimes there is hope.
Tranquilly distracted again, she then switches the channel.