Inner Landscape Meditations

The fortuitous meeting of two women to the identical first name, Lucy, who formerly loved the same man, Jonathan, induced, in this film, of the polysemous variations on the memory, art, and the difficult relationship between creation and emotional life. Dehumanized by an exclusive artistic practice, the man lost his reference marks little by little. "Lucy en miroir" wants to be, also, a shifted and transverse second reading of "The Contempt" ("Le Mépris") of Godard, by a step more plastic than analytical or conclusive.

A modest collage of images recorded while strolling through Paris...

"A film completed as part of the hands-on workshop Pages Arrachées proposed by the cinematographic collective L'Etna. A book without a cover. You don't know the title nor the author. Tear out a page. Look at it, read it. Thread up a super-8 cartridge. Film these 3 minutes. Look for shots. Those that are to be found in the text and those that are not there. Those in front of you that bring out the words that still have a hold over you. Text fragment read and treated by Philippe Vernier." —Dominik Lange

"It's a poetic camera through Super 8 film which plays of the electric guitar in an increased vision of daydream! But in fact this is my very last Super 8 film cartridge (Fuji Velvia 100 daylight) realized this summer, then projected on the wall of my room, and Re-filmed with stolen by means of a smartphone for a division in public on line on vimeo! The cords of the electric guitar which break time with other, or then the guitar's mediators pulverized to replace are to me much less expensive than filming into Super 8 nowadays…" —Dominik Lange

A film of lyric abstration, with spirituality as its subject matter...

This is the story of a trip through the countryside, cutting through fields, beyond the horizon of the landscape in search of a lost spirituality.

This film illustrates a recurring theme in the work of Dominik Lange: the opposition of nature and city. The film explores various different aesthetic options. Lange begins by filming a bare tree, magnifying it and giving it the plastic seductivity of a watercolour in movement. The shots of the tree, either gently caressed by the artist's camera or exploding in a multitude of trembling and scratched forms, alternate with a series of shots of depressing new public-housing tower blocks. Lang revitalizes these buildings by clustering them together and/or blurring their contours. At a certain point, a building site appears; we see the buildings under construction, with construction workers busy at their task. Were these shots filmed later, or did the film-maker choose to show them later? It doesn't really matter; the alchemical phenomenon which mutates vegetation (nature) into the depressing uniformity of tower blocks is conveyed with sensitivity.

A defective Ricoh camera brings out luminous traces on images shot in Ektachrome. The japanese sherry trees in blossom, at the Jardin des Plantes, next to the film-makers flat.

A stroll in the forest sharpens the senses ...

No-one could care less about tectonic plates, no more than they could about the 1940s; the same goes for the melting of the north and south poles & all that crap... But a Blockhaus gradually sinking into the sand is always amusing to see...

Unsual stroll takes the viewer in a furious whirl of colors and forms, at the bend of a lost path in an industrial wasteland, among tagged walls, dead car on its axle, huge broken windows of Paris' warehouses... and a little touch of pyschedelic...

"...Chrysalides use[s] the movie camera as a still camera, flickering between different stills of natural forms, proving once again that movement is not created in the film but in the brain.” (Pip Chodorov, 2002)

The twilight and half-closed vision of the blinding bursts barely reveals fleeting and luminous unexpected phosphorescences, through and through the scenery, like so many flashes of understanding, promises of famous colors to come...

Natural devices are used directly during the shooting process to transform the image with the help of moving mirrors, animated by the surface of water waves and other tremblings on lake surfaces, as well as other bodies of water in the natural space of the Paris urban area.

I wanted to reach the farthest point of my interior landscape, but I have never been able to reach the same place twice! Was it some kind of nightmare, or some unexpected spiritual lightning? Now I feel like a stranger in a foreign world, who would like to find some of this light ...