u.f.o. – unidentified filmic object
Performative action film with mud, blood and clay, staged by a bodily ensemble which has lived its whole life inside the gas chamber of a ghost zeppelin.
Nothing to look at.
Nothing to talk about.
Nothing to laugh at.
Nothing... to cry about.
No one to cheer.
No one to boo.
Just a blank wall communicating to
a sea of blank expressions.
Eyes that see nothing are
a blessing in disguise.
I will now paint you a picture so that
you can understand my point of view.