Tie: Suma
2024
short film 9’01
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"We always go to the beach at dusk, the short hour when the daylight ends. And the sky, sand, and the sea are a drowsy grayish blue, and soon it gets dark.”
“The crowd were almost dispersed, except few people walk their dogs, or patrol, hurriedly pass.
The beach is not as vast as the eye can see the fragmentary lights on the highway that makes its way back to the coast in the distance.
Then we saw a dead pigeon on the beach, like a small piece of stranded wood, with no head in sight, swollen and stiff. As if it had been pushed ashore by the rising tide, or when it died, it was washed by the sea water, had sand on its feathers, which clung to its body.
So I spontaneously imagined, what does that feel like?
What is it like to wait for the sea to rush over on the shore of the slowly rising tide, with your ears against the sand, and whether you can hear the sound of foam in the sand crevices.
So I was in another sea at another dusk, quietly waiting from the afternoon, until the very short, blue hour before dark, tie myself and imagine, if I am this pigeon."
May. 24, 2024The beach is not as vast as the eye can see the fragmentary lights on the highway that makes its way back to the coast in the distance.
Then we saw a dead pigeon on the beach, like a small piece of stranded wood, with no head in sight, swollen and stiff. As if it had been pushed ashore by the rising tide, or when it died, it was washed by the sea water, had sand on its feathers, which clung to its body.
So I spontaneously imagined, what does that feel like?
What is it like to wait for the sea to rush over on the shore of the slowly rising tide, with your ears against the sand, and whether you can hear the sound of foam in the sand crevices.
So I was in another sea at another dusk, quietly waiting from the afternoon, until the very short, blue hour before dark, tie myself and imagine, if I am this pigeon."
diary in Kobe, Japan