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MINUTE 14…

art and life…

a contribution to Nick Rombes’ REQUIEM // 102 project

by DOUG MAGNUSON

“THE SLEEP OF REASON PRODUCES MONSTERS”

from “Los Caprichos” by Francisco Goya…

FADE IN:

THE FRAME (14:28:02)

INT. APARTMENT – BEFORE

ANGLE DOWN from the ceiling.  CENTERED.  Bug’s eye view.  Summer.  Two YOUNG LOVERS dream — transcendent — REQUIEM yet to come…

A single piece of a camera move — a move that has BLACKNESS wiping through the scene — the dark just a step ahead of the young lovers — the frame in question, a frozen moment of blackness hovering there — as much a part of the equation as the lovers themselves — in danger of being overcome by their own darkness…

boom down and push in…

This particular frame made curious — not so much by what’s missing as by what’s replaced it — a full third of the frame lost to nothing — obscured, negated by the back side, dark side, of a light — a frame INTERRUPTED — incomplete — unfinished…

HANGING LIGHT

Two dope fiends face up into  a LIGHT we see only as blackness — ascending to a kind of false heaven — escaping into the VACUUM — void, interrupting — like a landing strip for anything we might carry in — movie screen in negative to project your dreams on — an infinity of dope space…

A way out — an escape — a hole — a DOPE HATCH — a swath of black tar — a black band — black armband (signifies death, loss, mourning) — a token of remembrance — accompanied by a moment of SILENCE — remembering a loss — a requiem — a lost friend — a flushed dream…

THE ROOM

Plastered but UNPAINTED — not stripped bare — just uncooked — RAW — unfinished — limbo — somewhere between a beginning and an end…  Summertime again — hard edges, sharp angles and jagged plasterwork like a network of veins — a circulatory system with a big BLACK HEART — murky, pallid, dark, sombre — all light artificial — the hard lines linked together like a network of veins, vessels, arteries…

THE YOUNG LOVERS

Occupy only 7 percent of the frame — as if by afterthought — our heros — THROWAWAYS — snuck in before the pain — the only organic matter in a frame filled with hard lines — shoes on — punched out — two zeros — almost fused — so close, but not connected — nothing and nothing is nothing — EYES CLOSED — adrift — in their minds — the vacuum filled by potential — hope before truth sets in — bodies sailing, terrified of being alone…

THE COUCH

Cradles them — the only surface there with any forgiveness, comfort, softness — modern — matches the lamp — a summer couch (the couch changes with the seasons) — couch as SPACE SHIP — their raft — dope is rocket fuel — the couch swallows them as the rising tide swallows Goya’s dog…

CUT TO:

1819 – “THE RAFT OF THE MEDUSA”

When I first saw the image from minute 14, my favorite painting came to mind…

AFTERMATH

French Navy shipwreck — a makeshift raft riding heavy swells — 15 survivors, broken men without hope — 13 days lost at sea — starving, dehydrated, loosing their minds — a ship APPROACHES from the distance…

The event fascinated the young artist, and before he began work on the final painting, he undertook extensive research and produced many preparatory sketches. He interviewed two of the survivors, and constructed a detailed scale model of the raft. His efforts took him to morgues and hospitals where he could view, first-hand, the colour and texture of the flesh of the dying and dead. As the artist had anticipated, the painting proved highly controversial at its first appearance in the Paris Salon, attracting passionate praise and condemnation in equal measure.

CUT TO:

1819 – “EL PERRO”

And then I thought of Goya’s dog…

BLACK PAINTING

Painted directly on a wall — untitled — not for the public to see.

A DOG — adrift in flood water — LOOKS UP — solitary, lost,  neglected — flood slowly growing to devour…

A depiction of man’s futile struggle against malevolent forces; the black sloping mass which envelopes the dog is imagined to be quicksand, earth or some other material in which the dog has become buried.  Having struggled unsuccessfully to free itself, it can now do nothing but look skywards hoping for a divine intervention that will never come.

SMASH CUT TO:

AFTER…

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