UnScripts:Films of Waves Accompanied by a Breathy Voice-over to be shown at Modern Art Galleries
Also known as Effervescence, Films of Waves Accompanied by a Breathy Voice-over to be shown at Modern Art Galleries is a 2009 film by Aliyah bin-Andrews that got a circuit round galleries in Spain and Germany, presumably because audiences there were unlikely to understand English. Its run stopped after filmmaker Tacita Dean sued bin-Andrews for stealing the visuals and concept from her film The Green Ray.
Waves, waves, rushing along the sea, no shore in sight, poetry, pleasure, sexual liberation. Every facet tonally intricate, cleaning, washing, hanging out to dry, washing, leading up to its ceaseless cease. Sea. And what can be seen on the horizon, its details small and fragmented, obscured under the undulating sun? Perhaps a cove, a secret, a pirate vessel of joyful camaraderie, times past, when we were kids? No. Don't be silly, it's just more sea.Husshh. Listen to the waves, as they crash out of the frame and more waves from behind come in to take their place. Watch, as our plane of view pans inexplicably downwards, the most visually exciting event I assure you will ever occur.
The picture gradually de-saturates.
You were blocked tempo. yes
You were blocked tempo. yes
For years after we fell silent at one another, watching, from the distance, up close, scaling his bungalow for points of entry. Then suddenly we were driven apart, as if the chemistry between us was too much for the universe to handle, and he was sentenced to five years for trying to set a baby alight on a public train. Even now he comes to me in my dreams intermittently, wearing a wizard hat and the gymnastics leotard worn by China in the 1996 Olympics. Dances, he and some homeless friends set fire to the trampoline, blazing in the night.It blazed, blazed, like an endless swarm of orangey sea against the lawn behind it. The sea, it has always been said, is one of the most exciting and dramatic of all forms of poetry. It screams longing, whispers desperation, kisses wrath, chats insatiable lust, and whistles Shenandoah. The waves, the waves, the waves, the waves, the waves, the waves, they... roll, together, like... a peloton, an harmonious gangbang, like a conveyor belt conveying... waves. Now we must be waived along to my sober years. I was twenty-four, and when I wasn't sniffing books at the city library or performing autofellatio in the back pew at my local church I could be found singing my heart out at photography classes. I was under the employ of a fascist from New York as a banker's clerk. The windows were very large. I would often lean against them, licking A4 leaves to attach them momentarily. One day there was a serious leak. It was so beautiful.