AMY BRENER
Blue Touch/ Revival #1, 2008
I dip my fingers into florescent ink and smear war stripes under my dad’s eyes, on to the surface of a giant cut-out of his face. I rub the face with gold pigment, scrub it, and spray it with Ocean Breeze air freshener.
This video develops a dialogue between the personal and the generic, between feeling and fluff. Here is an enactment of grief, but also a negation of it; there is deep feeling present, coupled with deep cynicism. Feeling and cynicism exist on equal planes within the complex field of modern grief. There are no opposing forces, only currents that ebb and flow. The intimate becomes distant, and then intimate again.
