The Musical

This is not a film - but I wonder if it moves and carries time. I wonder if we watch blogs rather than read them. Do they seem to stream across the screen and are they composed enough to seem like they are strung together in composed and uncomposed sequences as we scroll up and down and click on links.

Bodies are deteriorating. Thoughts corrode bodies. Love regenerates bodies. Paintings are reflections of bodies and read by bodies. Painters have a readership, like writers.

Do the dead compete for air time with the internet and the ipod? Or do they use it as a vehicle?

The medium of an art form is itself a kind of author. A painting cures after the painter is finished working with it. Films have their own direction aside from the will of the person cobbling it together. So do we have relationships only with the form things take? Do we only have relationships with what we make or are involved in creating? I mean how do we have relationships with people? Are there different emotional mediums that we form and dis-assemble that give us the impression of relating to one another?