From Fullscreen to Splitscreen & Back: A love story.

And according to Rainer Maria Rilke,
“Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.”  

Love shot on a cell phone? What now? 

 

Shot entirely on the Nokia N8 mobile phone.
Winner of the Nokia Shorts competition 2011.

Director: James W Griffiths
Producer: Kurban Kassam
Director of Photography: Christopher Moon
Editor: Marianne Kuopanportti 
Sound Design: Mauricio d’Orey
Music composed by: Lennert Busch

 

 

 ***Split***

 

Inspired by the above, the below and the in-between, I just have to ask:

Are these small, split-screen lives of ours the musings of a universal fullscreen?

Are we the flesh and bone, less civilized extension of Greek mythology, always searching, always needing, always wanting, always incomplete?

Is there such a thing as soulmates? And if so, are there more than one?

If completeness is not limited to “joining screens” with another human being, does it have less of a chance of being reached without it? Is it even reachable at all…or meant to be reached for?

Is there a time or place in life where things (and hearts) are neither breaking nor mending, knowing or unknowing, but just simply beating? Or is time+love like a dog and its tail? Always chasing, when not chasing at all.

As Audrey Niffengger put it,

“What is more basic than the need to be known? It is the entirety of intimacy, the elixir of love, this knowing.”

 ***Split***

Is there such thing as ‘true love’ or is all real love ‘true’ on its own terms? 

Since all good (and terrible) things are in sympathy, this beautiful split-screen affair reminded me of another spectacular piece of motion art: Sidewalls by Argentinian filmmaker Gustavo Taretto. (NYT Review)

“There’s one way out of the oppression—an escape route: illegal, like all escape routes. In clear violation of urban planning norms, there are a few tiny, irregular, irresponsible windows that let a few miraculous rays of light into our darkness.” ~ Sidewalls

 

 

 

 

 

And, you know, maybe all our great splitscreen loves and lovers are living metaphors for our own, unspeakable, fullscreen high resolution life: a dream within a dream within a dream.

Maybe that’s what (dark) matter really is, maybe it’s love, maybe all our atoms are also made of love and someone accidentally named them atoms or planets or skin or mind or bone. And a billion galaxies and heartbeats later, when we come to pass, we finally return to it.

 

(But in between these Loves called Birth and Death, what starts with Rilke, might just end with Rilke): 
“For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.”

 

 

{Luv or Something Like It.}

 

 

Andrea Balt
Co-creator of Rebelle Society. Unfinished book with a love for greens, bikes and poetry. Holds a BA in Mass Communication, an MFA in Creative Writing & is an AADP certified Wellness Alchemist. Raised by wolves & adopted by people. Not trying to make art but to be art. In addition to Rebelle Society, she spills her tea over at Rebelle Époque & she is currently undergoing 365 days of Creative Rehab. Connect with her on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest & Tumblr.
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