Imants,
Once again you present a creative enigma for us to experience. This time there is sound pacing the slides dissolving one to the other. The sounds are basically 3, A long cacophonic call of would be "woodwind and brass", (likely synthesized) rising in tone and falling with some folding of the tones, repeated at intervals and the an percussive noise of like a train going over a seam in the steel track, dah-dem! The 3rd sound is like a human voice, a plaintive melody, singing at the tail of the the sounds of the horns and brass.
This sets the stage for the slides Artouko VII.
Copyright is owned by MGM/Eon Productions 1969. Talli Savallis
Not the picture we're discussing!
I've shown you a picture of the now deceased "TV Detective" Talli Savallis as a place holder for Imant K's art since it is not part of the upload! This is just a dead strong man. Imagine a shadowed version in a prison cell or waiting in a rat infested half flooded railway platform post apocalypse. That's what you might imagine when you visit.
The slides start in sombre black and white with a dark face which gets progressively blocked out until half covered by a tilted world war II German army helmet with a old lantern projector coming from the behind. An eye is seen through the "helmet" blackness. There's a transient transformation to a shadowy white hooded man. It finishes with the dark head against an array of seemingly black and white film negatives on a wall, as if arranged for a test print and below that last face is the word MUTES.
There are more.
This is the hardest to understand if there is a matter to be understood.
I will return to the others. I have enjoyed them all but it is heavy and I need a rest between each slide show. This one I assign no meaning. Sufficient to have had the eerie and discomforting experience.
I need to modify my presumption that art gives higher satisfaction and pleasure or at least admit in the enjoyment of the painful and obscure macabre imagery of Imants K without it being "art"! I must think about wanting to conserve art, since here I've an urge to destroy it, but of course I wouldn't. I'm too religiously protective of creative rights.
Asher