Right, so I attribute that phrase, or well the phrase “space
as time arrested” to Henri Bergson in my mind.
And I’m pretty sure that’s an authentic memory of some sort, but it may
well have gotten mixed up somewhere along the way as I can never find that
exact quote in any of my Bergson stuff, as hard as I’ve looked and read and
re-read. So, maybe it was someone else,
or maybe it’s a conglomeration of phrases, a different translation or
something. Anyhoo….
To bring that back around to my rambles of last week – about
recording versus documenting and then ending with a few words about duration
(and that which we endure, and how), I want to get back to that thinking. So, that opening phrase – “space as time
arrested” is such a great one to get mixed up in for a while. You know, what does a photograph do? Yeah, it arrests time – or at least it can or might, I suppose. And, how
do we understand space (especially as, perhaps, distinct from place)? To me, space is gravity or something – or
space is what holds us down and fixes us into (a) place, and we have to push
our way through it/against it – I have this visual of slogging through (outer)
space with a giant frickin’ spacesuit all heavy and burdened, but yet you’re
weightless and float, but still you have to slog. So anyway, it seems like that’s also about
duration – how long it takes us to
wade through all the shit – or, more poetically we could say, the stuff of
life. But what we have to endure – that’s
a lot of shit.
Alright, so back to the phrase – “space as time
arrested”. And that “as” becomes important. Because, if space is where all the particles
come together and matter is what we are at all times (always already) up against, then time needs to be defined.
What kind of time are we talking about?
Bergson lovingly picks this apart in Matter
and Memory when he suggests that,
“The essence of time is that it goes by;
time already gone by is the past, and we call the present the instant in which
it goes by. …But the real, concrete, live present – that of which I speak when
I speak of my present perception – that present necessarily occupies a
duration. Where then is this duration
placed? Is it on the hither or on the
further side of the mathematical point which I determine ideally when I think
of the present instant? Quite evidently,
it is both on this side and on that; and what I call ‘my present’ has one foot in my past and another in my future.”
(Bergson, p. 176, 177)
Yep.
So, how to extend the instant, sort of.
Maybe that’s what happens when we think of “space as time arrested” –
it’s like a stop-motion animation of the mind, and I say stop-motion because,
for me, even though the suggestion is to “arrest” time which I guess means to
stop, we recognize this impossibility – even in the photographic image, because
all that does is give us a two-dimensional re-presentation of a moment that’s reactivated when it’s
perceived and immediately compresses past/present/future together – and that’s
active, and incredibly rapid.
Now, I’m going off the cuff here – if I really wanted to be
solid about this, I’d immediately refer more carefully to my Bergson and dig
through my Ponty and figure out what they say about matter/space/time – cuz
they say a lot (as do Heidegger, Deleuze and others of course, of course) but
that’s not (entirely) what I’m using them for.
What I can retain is all that’s really useful – no way in hell am I ever
going to truly understand or be able to “do” philosophy – I just need it to
help push me along, and give some direction to my meandering – and to burn a
few phrases in my head here and there that I can “see” – and lead me to some
pictures.
And of course this is why I’m combining the still and moving
image as captured via the time-based mediums of photography and video – if you
want to get at the relationship between perception/memory/time, in a visual
manner, of course you’d go to the source.
Why are time-based media the source, you ask? Refer back to my earlier post discussing
Crary’s Techniques of the Observer. And,
god-sakes, they’re called time-based media for a reason, eh? Conversely, if you’ve become so enthralled
with the materials you use and their very nature – both in terms of the
apparatus and resulting imagery, of course you’d be led directly to
considerations of time/memory/perception, and you’d wind up spending loads of
time tracing their lineage and sorting out how they work on the viewer in the way that they do – what exactly is a photograph in-and-of-itself and how
does that mode of seeing translate to film/video and our relationship to our
selves and the world – regardless of subject matter. Another helpful Bergson quote for good
measure,
“We are dimly aware of successions in nature much more rapid than
those of our internal states. How are we
to conceive them, and what is this duration of which the capacity goes beyond
all our imagination? …To perceive consists in condensing enormous periods of an
infinitely diluted existence into a few more differentiated moments of an intense
life, and in thus summing up a very long history. To perceive means to immobilize.”
(Bergson,
p. 274, 275)
And every time I start to really think about this – my mind
immediately wants to visualize a cluster of birds in the sky, or a bunch of
dust particles in mid-air against a black background (just the way I saw the
toilet paper lint pop into the dim light of the black bathroom stall one day),
or a stream of leaves in mid-air – you get the point, all this fast shutter
speed stuff. The arresting time. And sometimes I get stuff like this and I’ve
made my way into this territory, but I always seem to let it go for some
reason. I think it’s in part because I
need to fabricate the perfect scene to get what I want – and these kinds of
scenes (either found or made) are pretty damn elusive and frankly I’ve just not
been able to get what I want yet.
So, I’m going to start working toward making this/these scenes happen – and then I’ll record them, and my
response to them (which could in fact be/look somewhat different from the
action itself). I have so much unused
work that’s resulted from these failed experiments and my random forays into
seemingly unrelated territories. I think
it’s time to fuse the old and the new.
Let’s decimate the archive.
Next week, maybe a look in the drawers.