Searching for lenses, to capture and tame. A mechanism, to pull art out of thin gas and flame. Still moments, captured, tamed, and relinquished to the wild yet again through steel wire. Caged in flat panels, processed and stocked up on the internet. Photographed folklore. Myths of piercing and burning light. Consuming darkness, above but below. On the roof, staring up at the star. That one star, rays on crusades, embarking until they collide with the atmosphere and stretch across our pebble planet. Stop and go. Stop and go, the still frame never lies. Meshed together into beautiful film, dates back, 1930s... Robot like, twitching. Twitch and move, twitch and move, twitch and move. Trapped in by oak. Oak perimeters, at the final point. Held on by steel rods. Centimeters. Dangling above surface, centimeters, inches, feet, yards... Assembly line process... Begining; four words... I want a camera.
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