Opening Borders

Is there a border to seeing? Does the camera frame or the film frame close this border? Are the frames sitting side by side to open the borders of our vision? Our cameraman — this dear man with a cigarette in hand — in the act of opening our gaze, does he not look beyond the frame? His assistant leans in to watch us with his gaze? Another assistant, with closed eyes behind the camera’s black eye, wants to make us victims of the camera’s gaze? Are the viewers behind, one after another, observing exactly this? And further beyond, is there any news, on the other side of our cameraman’s gaze?

The director, whether simple or straightforward, tried to remain within the borders of our land while at the same time opening our borders. His gaze was open and opening. The photographer, too, is devoted to this land, traveling the north and south, east and west of this land. With his film frame, the photographer expands both the land and our vision.

The director said life and nothing else.
The poet said we are nothing but a mere glance.
The photographer was busy with his work.