Michael Getman

“Can you imagine with me how wondrous it is to insee, for example, into the very core of a dog as it passes by… not to slice through it with a glance and emerge on the other side—as if it were a window onto the human—but to enter, to let oneself precisely into the place out of which he exists as a dog, begins to be a dog. Still, one has to be sure to leap out at the final moment, before the world seals shut around, and you become the dog within the dog—lost to everything else” (Rilke 1914).

Language often falters before the complexity of our experience, pointing to what is missing, brushing against the shadow of an absent thing it represents.
Like hunters, we track the footprints left behind by what has already vanished.
Passion is a lonely hunter pursuing a meaning for the unnamed.
A chase of that which resists all possible symbolization. Perhaps, in the end, only the hunt remains.

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Duration: 55min