The Dark Angels are a come and go crew. They create then disappear like street art. Their works exist in fragments, particles that float, dust motes that spin before the wind that blows them to faraway places. They are individuals that work as one. Deep as oceans, as impenetrable as the night. Art urchins and poets, they dissolve before they form. They are the Dark Angels, they are discharge. They are a bloody mouthful.

Sunday 5 June 2011

Ode to Ed

To music people it is quite common to look at Mozart and Bach not as the greatest inventors but as the people who achieved the best synthesis of forms before them. All that a recreation with the certain spark. Where there should be nothing indisputable in art, science or culture or in no part of life in this world, still it is often said that Mozart and Bach were the two greatest geniuses of music and if this makes sense it means that as simple matter of fact of human art experience they made the greatest impact for ever more. And they were both as said not the greatest inventors in music history but the almost perfect creators of synthesis of beauty. Maybe Monteverdi or Hadyn invented more forms with similar undenyable truest spirit and spark, but as an end-point of a certain development of styles to beauty Mozart and Bach appear as the most accomplished creators in their places. One could think of pendants in other art forms...
So if for reasons of time, cultural situation and experience it seems not to be possible that the works of T.C. can be fully understood and appreciated now there is no other way at the moment to look by ourselves from time to time at what we have done and why. There is no fake motive of putting laurel on our own heads simply because T.C. is not a simple neat selfish little person of art illusive self expression but a collective although unfortunately it may until today only consist of one existence AP. But our work seems to appear as such a Mozart and Bachlike synthesis concerning experimental cinema. For a reinvention of more or less all techniques and visions of experimental cinema so far can be found in it, just by nature, often by coincidence, never as a mere copy or bloodsucking posthistoric play. The great variety of unceasing sparkling ideas combined with today, with the future of cinema if there is one, with the digital worlds.
So we cannot feel abashed by the fact of looking at our own work, liking, appreciating its growing importance and value and somtimes adoring it, quite uncommon among artists. And we like to thank the growing number of spectators in the internet underground who begin to acclaim that too. The internet is an already ruined great invention of mankind, the same old story, but still the only future place for a real progressive and transgressive underground movement, unfortunately we often have to add because of its fatal lack of touch.
Nevertheless, even if we see ourselves truly eye to eye with many works of experimental cinema, still there is one artistry that at times seems impossible to reach, the one of Ed Emshwiller. This vision seems to come closest to the view of Todeskino Collective, yet disappearing into a numinous shadow of adoration. Two dark shining pearls, one called after a woman and a song, the other the breathtaking "Thanatopsis" and our own favourite work as a humble response (?)...:





1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Outstanding. "Thanatopsis" perspective/views of death.
will be sharing this.