Αναστασία Αγγελάκη | Anastasia Angelaki • Ταξίδι στο δωμάτιό μου | Journey in my room

00: 12: 13, 2020,

Συντελεστές: Σκηνοθεσία, μοντάζ, κείμενο, αφήγηση, ήχος: Αναστασία Aγγελάκη | Credits: Direction, editing, text, narration, sound: Anastasia Angelaki

To βίντεο αυτό δημιουργήθηκε την περίοδο της πρώτης καραντίνας με λήψεις μέσα από το σπίτι. Το βλέμμα μου ήθελε να δραπετεύσει του κλειστού χώρου και απλώθηκε στο τι βλέπω από το παράθυρο μου και από την ταράτσα του σπιτιού μου. Το έργο έχει χαρακτήρα περφόρμανς καθώς όλες οι λήψεις είναι υποκειμενικές, γρήγορα αντιλαμβανόμαστε ότι βλέπουμε μέσα από τα μάτια ενός ατόμου. Ο ήχος είναι ο φυσικός του περιβάλλοντος με εστίαση στους μικροήχους κοντινούς ή μακρινούς που ακούγονται σε μια μεγαλούπολη, όλες τις ώρες του 24ώρου ακόμη και σε καραντίνα.

This video was created during the first quarantine with shots taken from inside the house. My gaze wanted to escape the closed space and spread to what I see from my window and from the roof of my house. The work has a performance character as all the shots are subjective, we quickly realize that we see through the eyes of a person. The sound is the natural of the environment with a focus on the small sounds near or far that are heard in a big city, 24 hours a day, even in quarantine.

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A journey in my room 

I do not know how I got here.

I woke up one day and saw all this around me. 

I saw hundreds of windows, hermetically sealed doors,  

houses that have been swallowed up people. 

People like me and you, sitting on their balcony, in their living room,

they cook in their kitchen and hide in the deep silence of their space.

When did all this happen?

Anthropomorphic shadows that avert the gaze of the other 

What will make them feel ashamed, 

theshame they do not want. 

The shame that will remind them of the human part of themselves,  

well forgotten at the bottom of their consciousness.  

I got up early this morning.  

The quiet of the neighborhood brings me back to the reality I face.  

Someone left his TV on all night,  

someone went out on the balcony and spread a rug on the railings,  

someone smokes outside the house and someone opened a door. 

I went out to buy cigarettes, milk and cereals. 

I met the air!

Great creator, shakes the branches of the trees incessantly,  

“Yes, now”, you say, “it will break”  

And where you think that this is the limit, the limit is exceeded.  

And then came Spring!

A silent Spring this time.  

She put on her colorful dress and is waiting for me in the corner to go on a date. 

I never went!

I watched her secretly to rejoice, to bloom, 

to be beaten, confronting her forces with the wind. 

I watched her and laughed secretly. 

I live in my absence

and these Others do not even know that I exist. 

But I breathe.

I breathe on cold days, 

The hours that the birds mate, 

When the creature is asleep,  

The moments when the city wakes up. 

I do not know how I got here.

I am looking for answers in my dreams. 

I play and laugh when I sleep,  

Where there is no time,  

Where memories, knowledge, ideas

live Immortal, untouched, alive! 

I will wake up again tomorrow, 

Tomorrow will be another day!