STEPHANIE SANT
  • Home
  • Filmography
  • Image
  • Performance
  • Text
  • CV / Contact

It was an honest dream

7/2/2020

1 Comment

 
Make haste, make haste! I could not care less for good introductions, no need, no need! I must write the reportage for this dream down before its memory drains out from me, as is wont with most dreams when met with the dictating auto-compiled schedule of the day, which is more ruthless (yet certainly more rewarding) than any 9-to-5 work plan can ever be. So here we go, and in case it was not clear, I am not even sorry for the effortless introduction as I know it will all be merited once I finish this. 

In my dream my uncle invited me to join him on a space mission as I was the only one in the family without commitments to a “real job” and therefore I could afford to go to space. The last time my uncle and I had spoken was on my birthday, when he wished me a day “devoted to what you love doing- living”. Perhaps it was this devotion he mentioned, matched with my more-than-usual flexible state, thanks to covid, that made me a good space candidate.  I was thrilled at this opportunity, although at the time of the dream the excitement was more akin to a fun road trip rather than a space mission. As my excitement grew I realised that I might have not had enough preparation for this mission, but with everyone around me bearing so much trust in me, I felt in the good hands of fate. The mission was- we would go to space, my uncle and I, and then return soon after. It was straightforward enough. As time neared, I realised that I was growing concerned about one particular aspect of the trip, which was the return. Would it be hard, I wondered? Would the crash be difficult, even dangerous? Would I need to dedicate a long time to recovery from the PTSD that comes with crashing back to planet earth?

In my wakened state I laughed at the reason for my space mission and it made most members of my family laugh too. I kept thinking about the anxiety I had felt at returning to earth, and I linked this fear to birth-both for a mother and for the child. Birth too is a necessity to the mission of life that requires devotion and flexibility from both candidates, yet it is never an easy feat for either. I then thought about the movie we had watched the night before; Apichatpong Weerasethakul’s “Uncle Boonmee who can recall his past lives,” a magical movie with a cave sequence as moving as the one I saw not long ago, from Herzog’s immense documentary poorly named “Cave of forgotten dreams.” In Weerasethakul's cave sequence, the dying man being guided through the cave by the ghost of his deceased wife, calls the cave a uterus and likens it to a distant memory he had in which he did not remember whether he was animal or human, woman or man. As I stem all these thoughts from my dream, it becomes more honest, unlike the usual trashy nightmares I have of having my belongings strewn everywhere and having to pick them all up and pack them before my departure is due. I suppose my writing it all here, and sharing the sequence from "Uncle Boonmee" is a good example of my stubborn enthusiasm to show what I've seen and experienced to an audience that didn't necessarily ask for it. This sums up my image-riddled, story-weighted work and ideas.
From which, emerges the most flaming new ("ġdid fjamant") idea of them all (this is a lie- I have been thinking about it since my visit to the Cosmonaut Museum in Moscow two years ago, but I've only had the headspace to let it ferment as of late) which is a script that indulges completely in equal parts cave and space travel (read, space return).

​
Picture
Picture
Picture
Picture
images I wish I'd made....stills from the cave sequence in "Uncle Boonmee who can recall his past lives."
1 Comment

    Archives

    October 2021
    July 2020
    June 2020
    April 2020
    March 2020
    December 2019
    October 2019
    April 2019
    June 2018
    January 2018
    April 2017
    March 2017
    February 2017
    February 2016
    November 2015
    October 2015
    September 2015
    August 2015
    May 2015
    January 2015
    December 2014
    November 2014
    October 2014
    September 2014
    August 2014

    RSS Feed

    Stephanie Sant

    The excitement never ceases.

Support my artistic practice here.

  • Home
  • Filmography
  • Image
  • Performance
  • Text
  • CV / Contact