BeatMe from Behind

… por favor bajen para otro texto descriptivo en castellano …

I was always fascinated by intervals, of how things are connected with each other and how their closeness/distance feels. Something happens out of a pure chaos and we don’t know any better than making up relations and/or meanings that provides us with dubious reasons to be a person with a weak understanding of what is going on around us or in us.

Instead of witnessing ourselves in our surrounding we experience the possible intensities filtered by sensorial barriers our knowledge as dots on an imaginary landscape that has to be connected by any means. This is the interval between me and the world. There are others, such as the distance between me and my neighbor. All the things I know about him, all the secrets I don’t tell him and the distance between us defining his and my territory. Or the relation I have with myself. Who is asking the questions about who I am and where do the answers come from? Do they exist before I know them, before I ask them?

How do things change because of the amount of time passing between them? They say that good timing is an important thing. They also say that time heals all wounds. I don’t believe that. You just forget about them, until you are remembered of what happened, and then they hurt even more. If you still can feel something.

Do you remember how it feels when you witness a car accident? Time slows down. Everything that happens is mangled through our perceptional apparatus that changes everything.

There might be something like a natural flow of things, the right velocity for the circled dynamics granting them to be stable. When everything is running smooth, in harmony, safe, it is time for a scream, a catastrophe, that is to be solved to be calm again afterwards.

So how can we provoke these tiny fissures in the illusion of reality that allows us for a moment to see what is behind all these appearance (if there is anything at all).

The machines we have constructed since the beginning of mankind (from bifaces to solar technology and back again; if you thing about bungee jumping) in order to extend our weak bodies have created a second nature (a third if you want to call informatics that) that has given us the  identical copy of one original and the almost real illusion, or at least the idea of that.

There are so many things imitating nature and/or humans around us, that is easy to get entangled in them and difficult to position us within the illusion of closeness and distance of virtual and real.

We tend to confuse us, our persona, with the cultural products from the shelves of the global supermarket screaming “buy me, I will make you feel better, I will help you to be closer to yourself, more you”.

This goes also for words as for films and for music. Each one of these can be seen as a container, as a screen onto which we project our inner self, all the desires, fears, doubts, happiness. We reflect on them, confirm our existence, explain us who are and why we are like that. It is a collective story that holds its arm around us, comforting us.

BeatMe takes these three elements, language, films and music and tries to disrupt the natural flow of things. Breaking up the timing, searching for new beats, unseen expression in bodies movements and raw references to psychoanalytic philosophy.

I believe that rhythmical repetition has still enough of that old power: evoking trance, letting you see behind the curtain. Let’s call these divinities or at least let’s celebrate the unbreakable hedonism.

And there is yet so much to say, but in the beginning there is always a crack, something you see or hear that makes you wonder, and maybe choose another direction.



BeatMe se basa libremente en el mito de la caverna de Platón: los hechos del mundo real se ven reflejados en las paredes, creados por la luz que entra desde fuera.
BeatMe enfoca las relaciones que nosotros, siendo las personas en las que nos hemos convertido, las que pensamos que somos, establecemos con el mundo y con nosotros mismos a través de imágenes y sonidos en el proceso de este montaje.
Nos imaginamos. Nos relacionamos con el mundo, con los demás y con nosotros mismos a través de ideas que se plasman, que se comunican en imágenes. Una imagen se compone de muchos detalles pero difícilmente existe por sí misma, su forma pura, los colores y el movimiento que la conforma. Siempre es más que esto. Tiene una función, un significado, un mensaje; algo interior en su fondo que intenta expresar. Actúa como un marcador de todo lo que ya hemos visto y de lo que queremos reconocer. “Vivimos en imágenes y las imágenes viven en nosotros” (Gilles Deleuze,Cinema II). “Creamos una imagen de nosotros mismos con el fin de relacionarnos con nuestra persona en el mismo movimiento” (Jaques Lacan,El estadio del espejo).
La intención de BeatMe es la disolución de la percepción cotidiana. Con la distorsión del tiempo apunta a la creación de estos momentos especiales que Werner Herzog llamó la “verdad estática”. A través de la repetición, la cámara lenta y la técnica de granulación, manipula el flujo del tiempo y como resultado crea la necesidad de un cambio en la percepción, un ajuste en la costumbre del espectador, que le permite oír y mirar de otra manera. Los sonidos y las imágenes se diseccionan y se obtiene una intensidad diferente.
Y la consciencia del espectador funciona de manera semejante: siempre en movimiento, reinventándose y restableciéndose, provocando interacciones que le reconectan al mundo usando sus memorias psicosensoriales. Pero si las conexiones dejan de funcionar como era habitual, si las imágenes y los sonidos ya no encajan con el catálogo que cada uno posee de si mismo y del mundo, entonces llega la oportunidad de cambiar lo obvio (lo que uno sabe) y expandirlo a una transcendencia momentánea (lo que uno no sabe que sabe).