So why not post? I freaking LOVED Peggy Ahwesh's "The Color of Love". Jeanne, have we watched her films before? I looked up her different pieces, but have a hard time remembering by titles (or anything short of seeing it again).
"Skin figures prominently in her 1994 film The Color of Love. To make it, Ahwesh started with a pornographic super-8 film that came her way. The film was damaged, its image withered by deteriorating, blighted emulsion. Ahwesh’s film raise the question: what color is love? In this case, Eros is rose. Ahwesh manipulated the found film on an optical printer to enhance the carnality of the colors and the duration of particular parts. By complicating the formal qualities of the skin-flick, Ahwesh comments on the desire to look. The turbulent surface of the film seems to manifest the desire of the figures on view, but it also seems to be symptomatic of a disease. But where is this symptom? Is it in the film? Or in us? Or more precisely, between us and the image? The Color of Love is as much a film about film as it is about sex. It’s not incidental that the action involves two women who intertwine in the presence of a man who lies quiescent between and beneath them. Is it possible he’s a dead man?"
Chicago Public Radio
"Nocturne"
Mentions "Fuses" by Carolee Schneemann... watch it!
(Even though the one person that reads this has already seen it.)
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