5 days ago, I confidently titled this series "test." 5 days later, I'm struggling to find my reasoning. "Test" seems an even more tentative title than intended. The 5 works minted thus far address and/or represent tentativeness, but they don't strike me as tests. They're more akin to testimony, prayer even. They're probably attempts to allay the discomforts of the unsteady, the non-encompassable.
Honest intimacy with art is one thing. Indelible intimacy with art is another. I might need belief in that latter intimacy, but things keep me from dependably experiencing it. Form+content too rarely harmonize with context. Words find themselves in conflict with understanding. Experience(s) indelibly interrupt(s).
What am I hoping to enjoin, elucidate, maybe even test? Sharing a love isn't easy (making sense isn't easy).
(1K chrctrs per description is likely too limited. Other materials (including my intelligence/ken) are doubtless(?) too limited.)
This mp4 is (unprovably) incomplete