By: Maria Odete Madeira
Sensus non est inferendus, sed efferendus. Thoughts, feelings, experiences and devices intermix and contaminate each other in the reflexive webs.
There are no more innocent gazes, there are contaminated, affected and infected gazes, folded by echoes of permanently reiterated resonances, projected in images that cross, intercross, fold and unfold.
Innocence became a place of passage, a place of exchanges. Sommes-nous des innocents, nous aussi?! Are we situs hybris without topos? Bodies without organs? Strange loop!
The eye of the matter vanquished the time (Vertov). The photogram became the creator of senses, became the clinamen of Epicurus.
