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Mahtab GhaediTake Two
It neither charges forward nor comes to a halt; it
remains suspended in the midst of running. It recalls that elusive instant that
Eadweard Muybridge sought to capture in the late nineteenth century—the moment
when motion was severed from the continuity of time and transformed into
something visible: the suspension of all four of a horse's hooves between earth
and sky. It is as though the iron horse in this photograph, adorned with even
greater splendor and veiled in a covering, waits in the courtyard of a house.
It waits for its appointed moment to arrive, to step onto the stage, for the
curtains to fall, and to perform a secondhand reenactment of that suspended
instant.
Imagine that this apparition is that very horse from Muybridge's recorded
sequence—the same legendary horse that, before coming to life in cinema,
remained suspended in photography and all four of its hooves had left the
ground.
