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We play on Incompatibility

I guess that one of the roots of it all is the natural incompatibility between people, coupled with their need to work, pleasure, survive together.
This is how and why all the beauty arises.
That is why all trouble rise.
We are all incompatible with each other [ie. the refusal of a foreign replacing organ] putting it all behind is our daily struggle, and making and being good is our second added weight. That is why so few do it.
That is why all the violence, all the meaningless, all the class and social unrest and abuse.
That is why our need to disconnect – through pleasure, luxury, success, pride, promiscuity, religion, drugs, entertainment, art and intellectual escapism, even scientific method.
Disconnection is our natural drive to reconnect to a state of purity. And that is often painful and fearful. And that is so often refused and deemed evil.

june facebook notes and thoughts

I write a lot of unmade projects.

de ce pornografia strica reputatia?
de ce orice activitate sexuala publica strica o reputatie?
ce este o reputatie de poate fi stricata astfel?
pe ce se construieste o reputatie? oare pe aceleasi false si comune pretentiozitati?
daca sint un mare pianist de concert, de ce nu pot sa apar intr-un film gay scat violent alegoric la lupta culturii impotriva violentei si vilificarii tandretei masculine?
reputatie – este un minunat titlu de film
impreuna cu titlul Ugly – la care ma tot gindesc astazi.
multumesc Cosmin pentru thought provocation

I still can’t decide
To learn guitar and music
Or to explore it by myself
Append to tradition and good/best ways – append to their goals and values and forms
Or explore raw new unstable wrong ways?

Humanity is not the purpose of life.
But without humanity we couldn’t miss the meaning of life. Read more… »

may facebook notes and thoughts

There are so much more important problems than the problems of the ‪#‎soul‬
Should we ignore them, of ignore the soul? Well…
I guess we should ignore the thing that gives one, the least amount of pain and trouble.
I often wonder if I would care for these stupid issues, if in my teens I would discover some kind of popular talent.
I guess those that have nothing, remain with only their soul. Or become savage impotent angry animals.

A true ‪#‎cult‬ movie never promotes itself, its just left for dead until it putrefies and after one or two generations is found again, now purified of all contextuality.
A true cult film is found through wandering. Wandering on the way.
It all comes from the belief that is direct communication is not necessary, that only by putting thing into existence, through consciousness into the meta will spread and fly into the world and rain onto everyone.
ie: Tibetan prayers, Monastic Christianity, Theravada Buddhism, Taoism.
There are some things that need to be told in ‪#‎silence‬.

Cind ma gindesc ca peste 40 de ani nu o sa mai inteleg nimic din lume, si ca o sa ma raportez la zilele astea si la lumea asta de acum. Silly.

Cinema is drifting out of Cinema
I am getting further and further away from Cinema.
I am starting not to understand it more and more.
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LIFE is BEAUTIFUL, my films are not

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LIFE is BEAUTIFUL
LIFE is filled with BEAUTY and LOVE

Is only the humans, with their inner and inter human relationships that make it Ugly and Terrifying. And I wondered why? I always wondered why is that?
And I got some answers: because of our self made fears, because the way we learn about life, because of our wrong inner construction, because of the Social/Political organisation of our Human/Class life, because of our Perceptive-Meaning-Thinking melange.
And so my films and art are about this, about the difficult process that we need to undergo so that we can come back to life, or to understand it. Not to enjoy it, not to be happy, but just merely to experience it. Happiness has nothing to do with Truth, with direct touch of life.
So no Beauty.
Beauty is a Formal Trap. Because all Beauty falls under the Values and Mores of Commercial Consumerism.
Beauty is like gold, like gambling, like porn, like drugs, easy to do, and hugely in demand. No questions asked. Beauty for Consume.
And I don’t want people Blindly indulging in their drives. Never getting to ask themselves why. Not caring about the seller’s reasons. Not caring about the sellers reason to sell.
Consuming Mind and Soul Numbing Beauty and Love is Fake. Is Toxic.
Living in Beauty and Love is not beautiful, is tough and challenging and filled with suffering and sacrifice.
I dancing Ballet, is playing the Violin – not listening to it, not looking at a dancer.
I try to make films that give the spectators the experience of playing the Violin, filled with fear, joy and exploration, with not knowing if is good or bad, with not knowing that your best is meaningful in anyway – not the one of listening Idly the song. Not enjoyment. But awe and magic.

I believe that Life is Amazing and Beautiful and Magic but we as conscious humans have so many problems to cross in order to connect somehow to it. Even if we feel good inside, praised and accomplished or regretful and weak.
Good an powerful is never the proof of Truth. Is just the proof of human fallacies and bias.

april facebook notes and thoughts

There is a new world out there and it needs new stories.
It needs a new, origin, raw, organic, mythology.

There would be no Paul Klee if we all would strive to speak to each other in the same language. There would be no new ways, no new emotions, no perspectiva on our own world.
We are in a continuous search for a better perspective, a wider view upon our immense complex inner/outher processual being.

We live in a constant state of mild addiction. There is no rationality.

When I write I disconnect from all is life.

The refinement process has 90% waste.

We follow those that do their thing with love.
No matter what they do.
Is a human weakness.
Is a human bias.
Those that find the way to do it with a lot of love.
No matter what, evil, trash, noise, ugliness, violence, hopelessness, lies, beauty, meaning, truth.
We are suckers for love.
For love and sugar.
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Sacred

I found myself more and more that I am mainly interested in ‪#‎sacred‬ art, in what gods do, in how gods are. And I begin to believe that gods are somehow our essence on which has grown the thick bush of this permanent dialogue with nature, with people, with the world.
And sometimes that essence is forgotten.
Maybe that is why Butoh, that is why porn, that is why nakedness, simplicity, sincerity, magic, documentary, non-styling, raw, chaotic, non-temporal, meta-realistic and whatever weird things I feel so necessary to be told.
It is not porn it is an essential, emotional way, a holistic way to show the root.
And about the darkness I think is about the thing that essence is somewhere hidden in darkness. So in darkness is always light. Is about the faint light in darkness. There is never complete darkness. Is all about the little light in the darkness.

Between

I always thought myself somewhere between cinema and photography and painting. Somewhere between fiction and reality. Somewhere between real and emotional physics. Between Rational and Social logic. Somewhere between Western, Middle and Eastern cultures. Somewhere between Art and Entertainment. Between Weirdo and Normal. Between Life and Death.
And I thought I will be recognized as being all, but now I know better.
Everybody said – you are not one of us. 
And they are so right because all this time I only said –
I am not one of you.

Art vs Art

People want Art to comfort and ease their fear of loneliness and meaningless fail at life.
That is why we have Culture.

And there is another thing, unfortunately also called #Art that wants People to confront their innate nature and brake free from Death from our terror of death and its absolute loneliness.

These two kinds of Art, actually divide People in two different kinds of human beings. Those that create and sustain societies for the sole reason of safety and comfort. And those that use their life to explore with their own body, mind and soul the inner windings of what ‘be’, ‘have’, ‘am’ might be and how they function and how they create perception, experience and life.

truth lost in the process

Is traditional way of life connected with meaning and life only through responsibility, through the burden of desires, through the instinct of becoming apart of the norm? Does it have a deeper meaning? A connection with the soul or is just fake? A fake violently painted in righteousness.
I find so many arguments that proves me it is Fake.
But something tells me there is something there original truthful but lost in the process.

I am so afraid knowing that so easy one can create self sustainable worlds. Disconnected from the deep, from the soul, from the breath. From the magic.

Titles

TITLES:

Ecuation
Afonal
The New Help
Junkies act like People
Fix no Cure
No moving parts – thinking about the tape, vinil, cassete, cd – now the sd cards – tehnology changes thinking, ch philosophy
Normative (roles the World)
Sfincter
Mistical intuition of scientific truth
brain areas/function
Morphic fields
Murdered sounds
No days no months no years
24 degrees celsius
People are toys
Intelectual fallacy

Only the recorded life is fufilling
(real) – bidemnsional reality
Humanist concuktion
Surface level
1,1,1,1…
The 3rd chapter
Life is electronic
person and Place
Character and action
Fear made me selfish
I like pink foods
Carcasse mentaal
Erotic contact
After effect
I am not one of you
Anal chamber
Fixed matrix of spheres

Izometric – care pastreaza distanta a doua puncte oarecare – contractie a unui muschi fara ca acesta sa se poata scurta, raminind la aceeasi lungime
Have a break
I am not one of you
Safety sucks
I wanna be a sitting duck
The body manipulates the mind
Falling of the table
HumanNotHuman
Evlavie
Mirean
Manufactred
The Cheruvim robot in Eden
Infundat in gind
Pain is consequence
Erata
The un-reality of real life
Un tuned society
Anxiety events
Don’t be afraid of the ugly
My brain is not active
Unificarea creierului mama
Art as pet
Last noun

Xxx Safety sucks – used
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the Better World

All the good people want to make this world a better place. More beautiful and hopefully happier.
But let us supose all the world has became beautiful. What now?
How would the people think, feel, desire? What kind of people would be?
Would the people see all as beauty. Or would a sort of general beauty be posible for all?
A post-human world.
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Post-Cinema is the cinema we do

Post-Cinema

naturalistic
non-drama
international in setting, culture, social
meta in purpose
focused on inner experience and turmoil
immersive
moody
small

It is another kind of performance, another kind of looking at a moving image. It is an image. The actor plays himself as acute and deep as he can. The characters have open hearts and vulnerable souls. It is not what they do but what they feel. Is the story of a feeling.
Is narrative art that explores feelings in emotional form. Is not about behavior anymore. Is about the extension and expression of special feelings.
No more Love and Dread. Our inner universe is so much more than that.
Is not action, is only emotion.
The spectator is involved is not only shown something. He has to figure things out. He has to make his own mind.
There is no ending, no conclusion. All stories are open. For our lives are always open. Always surprising.
Is another kind of outlook on life.

PostCinema is the cinema we do.
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Nobody wants to watch a QualiaFilm – manifesto

Art is for people that have money, or act as if they have them. People that need more than utilities and comfort. People that need complex, esthetic and sometimes challenging new things.

Thus:

Nobody that has money or wants them will watch a QualiaFilm because we can’t show them anything beautiful in our films, we use only leftovers, trash an worn out objects.
No one that fears, respects or believes in Church and its Laws, because we brake the laws of decency and respect to test our ideas, feelings and relationships out there in the ‘open space’.
No one that fights and work for their house, food, children and social status, because our characters always want to brake free from their 8 to 5 life. They all want to find the Other Life. Toe one hidden behind our minds.
No one that loves and yearns to win, to have, to power and control, because we hate competition, without it we can open new doors or perception.

Dintr-un Scenariu – Stefana

Spatele unei femei care se spala. In cada. Baia are un geam mare prin care intra lumina desi cada este in intuneric. Totul este invechit, fainata odata alba acum ingalbenita, cada cu email rupt, covorase murdare pe jos. O oglinda cojita sub care un raft de sticla murdara si citeva sticle de parfum si de fixativ. Un pahar colorat de periute de dinti si o singura periuta.
Pe masina de spalat sint hainele ei aruncate si citeva ziare si citeva rebusuri si un creion cu guma la celalalt capat.
Este o femeie trecuta cu pielea moale care ii atirna, o spala ca si cum ar vrea sa si-o puna la loc sa fie din nou intinsa frumos sa poata iesi afara din casa fara sa se simta vinovata si handicapata ca nu mai are cu ce sa atraga privire din jur.
Oglinda este aburita.
STEFANA isi spala calciiele cu o piatra ponce innegrita de vreme. Cu ea se spalau si copii ei cind erau mici.
Detaliile unei femei care se spala in umbra.
(Ferestrele sint aburite, afara se vad masini care trec, niste forme fantomatice care nu se aud deloc.)