Berke Can Özcan

Still Moving Inside Me

Cinema ‐ expanded, to be expanded or expanding – is a journey. It takes place in time, it implies displacement: we start at one point and end up at another, the beginning and the end of the film, whether in the cinema or in the gallery. There’s no getting away from it: here we are faced with the power of moving images. If we add illusion to this fundamental force – photographic, auditory, narrative, relational – the journey becomes a passage: we are on the other side of the mirror and, between diving in and contemplating, we become part of this whole, which is always greater than the sum of its parts.

Tatiana Macedo and the videos that make up the installation Still Moving Inside Me, with music by Berke Can Özcan, bring us not only these two forces ‐ the journey; the illusion ‐ but also the power of listening as the figure of eight: at a certain point, it’s unnecessary to try to understand, to look for a meaning, a predominance: we will always be returning and leaving again. Among the countless layers and readings of this work ‐ of its alignment in the artist’s path, of its echoes in each one’s personal inventory of reminiscences ‐ the proposal could be another: to be with what can be called audiovision: to see the music that moves within us, like the image of a Sunday in the park, to hear the images that move within us, like the movements of a piece of music.

To stop and contemplate the journey; to drift through the images that are projected onto fixed surfaces: in one case, to see the travelling, in the other, to be the traveling itself.

So we let go of our curiosity about what the passenger in front is thinking in Prelude : 2:00 am letters; but if we let ourselves be on the journey, we become the illusion of his thoughts. We don’t care whether what we see is a mirror or a panorama in Epilogue: things in you that are things in me: we become the illusion of a vigil at the end of a nap. In Mushroom unaware of leaf ‐ the second movement of Twin Mountains in 3 movements ‐ two cloudy skies are seen reflected in a watery surface, then, in one of them, a body enters the plane: the appearance of an animate being becomes a drifting tree branch: things become other things, downtime, elementary principles of creation. Again the figure of eight.

Eduardo Brito,
Cinex curator