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Bjork - All is Full of Love
[ Warm orange sparks fly against the cold blue white plastic. It feels like we are watching the last stages of an artificial intelligence's birth. As it starts to sing, the elegance of the song and the imagery is contrasted by the abstractions caused by this incomplete form. It never quite becomes whole.
Gently white fluid, like milk starts to wash over the forms and eventually engulfs it.
Locked together in a surreal embrace, parts intertwined and fused, we concentrate now on details, kissing, slow motion white fluid, fluorescent light. The imagery is slowly becoming more sexual but way too surreal and abstract to be offensive. We see the plastic bodies begin to unfold like strange flowers. ]
Chris Cunningham
[ Warm orange sparks fly against the cold blue white plastic. It feels like we are watching the last stages of an artificial intelligence's birth. As it starts to sing, the elegance of the song and the imagery is contrasted by the abstractions caused by this incomplete form. It never quite becomes whole.
Gently white fluid, like milk starts to wash over the forms and eventually engulfs it.
Locked together in a surreal embrace, parts intertwined and fused, we concentrate now on details, kissing, slow motion white fluid, fluorescent light. The imagery is slowly becoming more sexual but way too surreal and abstract to be offensive. We see the plastic bodies begin to unfold like strange flowers. ]
Chris Cunningham