To the tune of Carnival of Venice, we see the cyclic behavior of humanity- always repetition, always more rapid; an increase of efficiency without progress. One undergoes a process of four steps, flying greater distances with each- only to ultimately return to the point of origin and abandon one's wings. One whips the animal and masters it, forces it to contort into one's own image and thus becomes the animal who is now controlled by that which was formerly mastered. This is the dialectic of humanity and nature (or, perhaps better, Self and Other). Finally, the building of one's home- this does not entirely cycle as the other two, for the individual first inverts the starting place by drawing a line between self and the text which is the foundation (the grounds) for construction. The house is drawn frantically- indifferent exteriority and claustrophobic interiority cannot be overcome.
I would suggest that, although the hat would not be mine if it did not have three corners, Svankmajer and the viewer also enter into a fourth cyclic process of stagnation here. Why else am I writing?
I would suggest that, although the hat would not be mine if it did not have three corners, Svankmajer and the viewer also enter into a fourth cyclic process of stagnation here. Why else am I writing?