tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85283133300292660412024-03-05T23:43:21.874-08:00Wandering FiguresThe cinema and video art of SJ.Ramir
Ramir Filmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16162107089556105775noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528313330029266041.post-78874713382868163662023-08-28T18:06:00.002-07:002023-08-28T18:11:51.498-07:00Stills from I Found Water (2023)<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi36YCF1Dwim5LsO0s0e9YuHDQB__hQiyaC0rjIz3bdeOqWtPxISFtgH8VglFZ8B-8NWnD7oUVoZjKX_LRQgf-x8Ew59QpCJXp9kKl7p5GsF5UHpKALxvZjnEREkylwONpX6klLftGMlxgvWPc7FCeuChYkNZ84t1N5OC46VclYjGvkF2SkVuMy9je6JfY/s720/I%20Found%20Water%20SJ.Ramir%20butterfly%207.jpeg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="400" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="720" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi36YCF1Dwim5LsO0s0e9YuHDQB__hQiyaC0rjIz3bdeOqWtPxISFtgH8VglFZ8B-8NWnD7oUVoZjKX_LRQgf-x8Ew59QpCJXp9kKl7p5GsF5UHpKALxvZjnEREkylwONpX6klLftGMlxgvWPc7FCeuChYkNZ84t1N5OC46VclYjGvkF2SkVuMy9je6JfY/s400/I%20Found%20Water%20SJ.Ramir%20butterfly%207.jpeg"/></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3WPmG17gLuLLrY44UWYnri7bUHPisUG6451UePkgrjFRPsBQ9K9xzxZT8UCShJKkkQ0K7OUTDteaqvTp_eDKpLXSrD5qaUQdWJgNBmqAcsrJDZ4u7h-9-kEG47t7AAx438MdgNyTM0REDU9Zt-fnNzcH0oQvZq3k28osckvAj5RqtNTdZIb_A_725JMo/s720/I%20Found%20Water%20SJ.Ramir%20figs%208.jpeg" style="display: block; 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margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaGTgEuFzMRl3bxCG7H9gShJSARhqfAQyxsdiS_DWSMYPISLzSL__z5ifbZ6vlU-g_wZ4rvMbHvH1OSPjNd1hYomwNDabrSv1pUvZd92FNuJcYhZY5-w4KS-9gqTzuQA1WCK2gdYVOAPo/s720/structure+close+up+sjr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: black; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaGTgEuFzMRl3bxCG7H9gShJSARhqfAQyxsdiS_DWSMYPISLzSL__z5ifbZ6vlU-g_wZ4rvMbHvH1OSPjNd1hYomwNDabrSv1pUvZd92FNuJcYhZY5-w4KS-9gqTzuQA1WCK2gdYVOAPo/w400-h320/structure+close+up+sjr.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br /><span style="color: white;">We Are Without (2020) SJ.Ramir</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><br /></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8VPInJx-LJFmUEAzNpHV-eNcvUPpFe67g8KFljMkpavyHqE22xIV0olmtnEG5czVwsgRE51W5_6BZ3SGJ7aArP6Ajj-2O0CLVaEdnRIkiDb5RbRG0y5R8NA52oc3yJWJ3eoGKAy5JHHc/s720/We+Are+Without+flower+still+1-01.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: black; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8VPInJx-LJFmUEAzNpHV-eNcvUPpFe67g8KFljMkpavyHqE22xIV0olmtnEG5czVwsgRE51W5_6BZ3SGJ7aArP6Ajj-2O0CLVaEdnRIkiDb5RbRG0y5R8NA52oc3yJWJ3eoGKAy5JHHc/w400-h320/We+Are+Without+flower+still+1-01.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br /><span style="color: white;">We Are Without (2020) SJ.Ramir</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="background-color: black;"><br /></span><p><span style="background-color: black;"><br /></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnpqTQ6p8JjscfcLFCD8fuIX88Kok5GQR4khzOjJm7MrYArUowzxBYZDKYQs96bgfGgjNGltk5fME9mpnWS69As7eVx_NdfrGbmt-_XnJHB5YG852ODqV-VOuoStkGNssSG0exMcwd5GU/s720/distant+structure+sjr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: black; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="567" data-original-width="720" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnpqTQ6p8JjscfcLFCD8fuIX88Kok5GQR4khzOjJm7MrYArUowzxBYZDKYQs96bgfGgjNGltk5fME9mpnWS69As7eVx_NdfrGbmt-_XnJHB5YG852ODqV-VOuoStkGNssSG0exMcwd5GU/w400-h315/distant+structure+sjr.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br /><span style="color: white;">We Are Without (2020) SJ.Ramir<br /><br /></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="background-color: black;"><br /></span><p><span style="background-color: black;"><br /></span></p><span style="background-color: black;"><br /> </span><p></p><br />Ramir Filmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16162107089556105775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528313330029266041.post-58651264434597803522020-09-11T19:13:00.011-07:002020-09-11T19:42:34.640-07:00An Interview with Borja Castillejo Calvo for film blog Cinesinfin <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYuJEeWuYLqOFUfzGyx5VEugGQG-iMNpOYI_sqtj4c1EZRuhAwHBNp87meYyv-ImP0GHm5TfmVJNwW1cI3QAM_dLRlrQMbN_YdIeF67ebNeYUJVyPa54erbig2SPkeFZBuC0j3oCFLXvg/s720/disquiet-sjr-figure-still-1-01.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYuJEeWuYLqOFUfzGyx5VEugGQG-iMNpOYI_sqtj4c1EZRuhAwHBNp87meYyv-ImP0GHm5TfmVJNwW1cI3QAM_dLRlrQMbN_YdIeF67ebNeYUJVyPa54erbig2SPkeFZBuC0j3oCFLXvg/w400-h320/disquiet-sjr-figure-still-1-01.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><em style="box-sizing: inherit;"><br /></em><p></p><p data-adtags-visited="true" style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: "alegreya sans", sans-serif; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">All of your films are short films. You have a clear predilection for short films and I think that in Disquiet you can see that you perfectly condense the time and the texture of the image. Why this penchant for short films?</span></em></p><p data-adtags-visited="true" style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: "alegreya sans", sans-serif; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">I think what draws me to this is firstly, an interest in distillation. You mentioned the condensing of time, and I think I’m also attracted to the condensing of concepts, narratives and process. Distilling all of these things requires a lot of rationalization at editing time, which can be interesting. You become a funnel. It also opens up possibilities with regards to how you use visual language if you have a short amount of time to convey an idea or philosophy. There are a number of filmic ‘devices’ that are distinct to my films, that have come about purely because of this distillation approach that I mentioned.</span></p><p class="inline-ad-slot" data-adtags-visited="true" data-adtags-width="540" id="inline-ad-4" style="box-sizing: inherit; float: left; font-family: "alegreya sans", sans-serif; height: 0px; margin: 0px auto; overflow: hidden; width: 540px;"></p><p data-adtags-visited="true" style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: "alegreya sans", sans-serif; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">But in the end, it’s the film itself that decides whether it’s finished or not. It’s not that I have anything against producing ‘long form’ works – it’s just that each film gives you a sense that you’ve said all you need to say. Whether that’s after two minutes or ten. It also becomes a question of how much more information do I need to giveaway in my films before it begins to erode the purpose of the works existence? Ambiguity, to a certain degree, justifies the right of the work to exist.</span></p><p data-adtags-visited="true" style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: "alegreya sans", sans-serif; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: white; font-weight: 700;"><em style="background-color: black; box-sizing: inherit;">This is a non-narrative film, but we can dig a little into its images and discover a kind of history. Not a story with a beginning and an end, but one that is based on sensations. The trees and the desert are elements that accompany the man who walks slowly in a gray landscape. Did any specific experience prompt you to make this short film?</em></span></p><p data-adtags-visited="true" style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: "alegreya sans", sans-serif; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">So, I work very instinctually. I don’t produce storyboards for my films – I find that too restrictive. Other than my interest in certain themes, I’m very open to how a work can evolve during the process of creation. In fact, I actually try to suspend any expectations I have for a work at the time of filming. I’m not sure how other filmmakers work, but for me, the only thing I’m focused on at the time of shooting, is the collecting of images – strong images, whether they appear to tie in to the theme of the film or not. It’s important to me, that each frame I shoot, if frozen, is strong enough to exist on it’s own as a still image. This is part of my philosophy. I guess you could say that I approach my filmmaking as a stills photographer.</span></p><p data-adtags-visited="true" style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: "alegreya sans", sans-serif; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">With regards to what prompted me to make the film <em style="box-sizing: inherit;">Disquiet</em>, there was no significant reason other than I’ve always been attracted to barren, desolate landscapes, and wanted to produce a film in this environment. But you mentioned that <em style="box-sizing: inherit;">Disquiet</em> is a film based on sensations, and I think you’re right. Curators have noted this in the past. And I think this comes from the emphasis on ‘image making’ during the creation process. But I do remember at the time of completing the film, I felt that it lacked cohesion. Without checking, I think <em style="box-sizing: inherit;">Disquiet</em> has more shots in it than any other film of mine. This is possibly why at the time I felt it was very fractured. Which of course, I disagree with now. I actually withheld the film for quite a while and was very reluctant to submit it to film festivals. Gaining perspective on your own work can be very difficult at times.</span></p><p data-adtags-visited="true" style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: "alegreya sans", sans-serif; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: white; font-weight: 700;"><em style="background-color: black; box-sizing: inherit;">All your movies have a lot in common. Your style always stands out, with the dark and blurred shapes. The common threads between Disquiet, Departure, My Song Is Sung or In This Valley of Respite, My Last Breath… is obvious. Could you tell us about the similarities between your works and what you think about them?</em></span></p><p class="inline-ad-slot" data-adtags-visited="true" data-adtags-width="540" id="inline-ad-5" style="box-sizing: inherit; float: left; font-family: "alegreya sans", sans-serif; height: 0px; margin: 0px auto; overflow: hidden; width: 540px;"></p><p data-adtags-visited="true" style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: "alegreya sans", sans-serif; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">I have an interest in certain themes, and I execute these ideas with a similar methodology each time, so it’s inevitable that there would be similarities. Lets just say that if you’re in a dark room, instinctually, you would reach out with your hands to find something – a light switch, a wall…that’s all I feel I’m doing with these films. I think that’s the same for most artists – that with every work you produce, there’s a feeling that you are moving towards something. What? You don’t always know. But there’s some form of momentum. This momentum is very important. But it’s very likely that one day I’ll wake up and not want to make another film again. In which case, the question then becomes: ‘Will my films eventually disappear? Do they resonate enough with people for them to endure?’ This is not a question for me to answer.</span></p><p data-adtags-visited="true" style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: "alegreya sans", sans-serif; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: white; font-weight: 700;"><em style="background-color: black; box-sizing: inherit;">What can you tell us about the house? It is not the first time that you have dealt with this image in your work.</em></span></p><p data-adtags-visited="true" style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: "alegreya sans", sans-serif; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">In my earlier video works – including Disquiet, I presented images of ‘structures’ in silhouette. I didn’t want them to be viewed specifically as a ‘house’ or a ‘home’. They were in my films to represent something larger; humanity, nationhood, society, religion, collective beliefs… The figures in my films of course, were drawn to these structures – just as humans we’re drawn to other people, a collective way of thinking, or a community. We are social creatures. The desire to belong to something is very strong. But how do you reconcile this social instinct if you reject what is being offered by society or humanity? So these ‘structures’ were investigated, but ultimately rejected by the anonymous figures. The sense of belonging, or conversely, the feeling of being an ‘outsider’ – of not belonging, and what that means, was a central theme to these works. In my later films, these structures were presented intentionally as a ‘house’- as a place of ‘habitation’. But in essence, regardless of whether they’re presented as ‘structures’ or ‘houses’ in my films, they both emit a form of magnetism, in that the figures and/or viewer are drawn to them. This forward momentum – the endless journey or search for a sense of belonging, a sense of place, a sense of ‘self’, is a constant in most of my films. Although my works are often regarded as landscape films, and utilize landscapes quite extensively, most of them have more to do with an examination of identity rather than geographical place.</span></p><p data-adtags-visited="true" style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: "alegreya sans", sans-serif; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 0px;"><em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></em></p><p data-adtags-visited="true" style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: "alegreya sans", sans-serif; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 0px;"><em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; text-align: justify;"></em></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7TUaE6S5h4DpRkwmr9njXyP-6ydvaCptEztdCpAGiCd3L7nF6X2VW_ui8k8nP9T5gBi_QmRSEd1HMlp1omO3lyTGD2luCpXt1wsISUcbx0Olj8Ttt_9s1rbalcqrE_erin1IoJ945w0Y/s720/Disquiet+SJR+fce+cln+still+4+-+Copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7TUaE6S5h4DpRkwmr9njXyP-6ydvaCptEztdCpAGiCd3L7nF6X2VW_ui8k8nP9T5gBi_QmRSEd1HMlp1omO3lyTGD2luCpXt1wsISUcbx0Olj8Ttt_9s1rbalcqrE_erin1IoJ945w0Y/w400-h320/Disquiet+SJR+fce+cln+still+4+-+Copy.jpg" title="Disquiet (2011) SJ.Ramir" width="400" /></a></em></div><em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; text-align: justify;"><br /></em><p></p><p data-adtags-visited="true" style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: "alegreya sans", sans-serif; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 0px;"><em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; text-align: justify;"><br /></em></p><p data-adtags-visited="true" style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: "alegreya sans", sans-serif; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 0px;"><em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Sound is perhaps the most important element of the film. It’s disconnection and low frequency stand out a lot. How/why did you decide on this type of sound?</span></em></p><p data-adtags-visited="true" style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: "alegreya sans", sans-serif; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">I grew up making music on a four-track recorder in my bedroom. Cassette four track, to be specific. A constant reality of this was audio hiss and distortion. Not to mention sound leakage on each track from other peoples footsteps on the floorboards above, the creak of a cupboard door, or when someone in the house had a shower. I also produced handmade zines on photocopiers so smudges and imperfections were an inevitable outcome. So I was quite immersed in what would now be called ‘low fi’ art except, we didn’t necessarily call it that back then. It’s just that these were the only avenues that were available or affordable at the time. But the way I see it, all of these so called ‘flaws’ – the audio hiss, the sound leakage, the smudges, were actually quite integral to the character of the work. I’m guessing this has shaped my preferences for music and art today – including the soundtracks I produce for my films. In fact, the soundtracks I produce almost mirror my process for shooting images, in that they’re intentionally degraded. Particularly in my earlier films; <em style="box-sizing: inherit;">Man Alone</em>, <em style="box-sizing: inherit;">Departure</em> and <em style="box-sizing: inherit;">Our Voices Are Mute</em>, audio distortion (intentional and unintentional) in the soundtracks perfectly mirror the visual distortion present in these films.</span></p><p data-adtags-visited="true" style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: "alegreya sans", sans-serif; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">In terms of sourcing the sounds, I used to go out and record cars on the street, my friends smoking cigarettes, the neighbours dog barking. I dug a hole once, and dropped the microphone into it, and recorded the sound of it being buried. I’d stick a microphone under the sink if I was washing the dishes, or if I could hear the sound of a circular saw being used on a nearby construction site then I’d try to capture that too. The soundtrack was then built up in layers using these recordings, with effects added towards the end. Sometimes I bounced sounds off a digital recorder onto a cassette recorder and then back again – just to build up multiple layers of hiss and distortion. Even today, I still have a similar approach to the soundtrack production.</span></p><p data-adtags-visited="true" style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: "alegreya sans", sans-serif; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: white; font-weight: 700;"><em style="background-color: black; box-sizing: inherit;">Next I’d like to talk about the texture of your images. The grainy shape of each shot makes the atmosphere dark and evocative. What do you think about when you reflect on this?</em></span></p><p data-adtags-visited="true" style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: "alegreya sans", sans-serif; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">On a visual/conceptual level, I’m constructing, then examining an inner world or mental state that somehow traps us and defines us – it’s also a response to the deprivation of knowledge; deprivation of answers to questions we have about life, self-identity, existence and lastly, a response to self-delusion. Do we view anything in this world through a clear lens? I doubt it. I place a self-made filter over the lens of my camera, which then distorts its view. In essence, each of us do this to ourselves everyday – consciously or subconsciously. I think that the images in my films are very aligned to a human perspective on the world.</span></p><p class="inline-ad-slot" data-adtags-visited="true" data-adtags-width="540" id="inline-ad-7" style="box-sizing: inherit; float: left; font-family: "alegreya sans", sans-serif; height: 0px; margin: 0px auto; overflow: hidden; width: 540px;"></p><p data-adtags-visited="true" style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: "alegreya sans", sans-serif; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: white; font-weight: 700;"><em style="background-color: black; box-sizing: inherit;">One last question. In Disquiet the montage seems to respond to a need of the work itself, like a breath or a heartbeat. How is this achieved in post-production? What is your post-production process to achieve this?</em></span></p><p data-adtags-visited="true" style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: "alegreya sans", sans-serif; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Essentially, I use what is perceived as a weakness in the DV format – it’s large pixels, as a strength. This isn’t created in post-production at all. It’s in-camera. It’s at the filming stage. The look comes from the lens filters that I make – either before hand or at the time of filming that deliberately degrade, distort and diffuse the image, which gives it the sensation of throbbing, or as you mentioned, the look of breathing or a heartbeat. I like the contradiction that even in the most still of scenes in my films, motion is present. There’s instability to the image you are viewing. A fragility. Each scene gives the impression that it could erode or break up at any moment. Using this method requires a high shooting ratio, as the results can be very random – which is to be expected because I’m working at a very molecular level of the digital video format.</span></p><p data-adtags-visited="true" style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: "alegreya sans", sans-serif; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><a href="https://cinesinfin214878919.wordpress.com/2020/05/19/entrevista-a-sj-ramir/" target="_blank">https://cinesinfin214878919.wordpress.com/2020/05/19/entrevista-a-sj-ramir/</a></span></p>Ramir Filmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16162107089556105775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528313330029266041.post-76700190260105009362020-01-07T18:42:00.004-08:002020-09-19T23:49:15.176-07:00Filmmaking Process and Philosophy - an interview for Pugnant Film Series<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13.524px; text-align: justify;">
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><i><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">(Giorgos Efthimiou) Seeing the lonely otherworldly
figures of your films sail slowly through your dichromatic landscapes, under
the sounds of atmospheric ambient music, I feel as if your films always refer
to something you’re nostalgic about. What’s the power of nostalgia in your
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">(SJ. Ramir) Well, I always find other people’s
interpretations of my work interesting. But for me, there is no nostalgia in my
films. There were originally, two predominant themes I set out to explore in my
body of work. The first of which was the concept of ‘belonging’. What does that
mean? What do you need to feel a sense of belonging? Is it shared beliefs and
values? What about human connections; family, society – are they
an <i>anchor</i> – something that grounds you for the good, or a
weight to be dragged? Personal experiences are often rooted deep into the soil
of a geographical <i>place</i>. How much of this, plays a part in where
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">So, in my early films I used the motif of a lone
figure moving across remote, geographical landscapes in a quest, a journey, to
find a destination, a place to belong. But the figures were seemingly
unsuccessful in finding any fulfillment in that regard and they were certainly
devoid of any geographical origin. But the further my filmmaking went on, to me,
it was almost as if ‘origin’ and ‘destination’ were becoming irrelevant in
these films, in my process. Except they weren’t – or weren’t supposed to be,
but they became a peripheral, because for me the films purpose slowly evolved
and became more about actual forward momentum between A and B. A = the origin,
or a question asked; in my original case, what is this human state of
‘belonging’? B= the destination, or the answer to a question. So, this is where
it became interesting for me. What starts out as a series of films about the
concept of ‘belonging’, by sending these figures off on a journey to find a
place where they belong, the films slowly diverted away into a completely
different area. A more <i>universal</i> area. They became films about
the actual concept of ‘questioning’! So, you ask a question. Any question. You
search for an answer. These early films are about what happens in between.</span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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in films such as My Song Is Sung and In This Valley of Respite, My Last
Breath…, was existence – specifically, it’s relationship to, and occupation of,
‘physical space’. Whereas in my earlier works, the wandering figures would come
across looming structures that were to be questioned and considered from the
outside (representing options – societal, religious, only to be rejected in the
end and the journey continued), in my later films the viewer actually <i>enters</i> these
structures and examines the vacant, unoccupied physical spaces.</span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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My Song Is Sung, No Place To Rest, Departure, Our Hands Are Empty, In This
Valley, My Heart Is Buried Deep…, some or maybe even all of them seem to refer
to something that’s been lost. A loss. After the films end, does this loss grow
or diminish?</span></i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">(SJR) Not a loss, but a deprivation. That’s what I was getting at when I
wrote about my film Our Hands Are Empty, “To understand life, is to know that
much of it is lived in the dark – there is very little daylight in our
understanding or comprehension. To find truth, we need to reach out for it, but
most often when we pull our hands back to examine what we have found, our hands
are empty.” Using these figures in my films – these figures that are caught in
an endless, exhausting treadmill of passage across heavily distorted
geographical landscapes, is suggesting that there is no clear path in life for
the questions we sometimes ask.</span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<br />Ramir Filmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16162107089556105775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528313330029266041.post-81562312916199886282016-03-16T21:52:00.000-07:002016-03-16T21:52:08.104-07:00My Song Is Sung - full length version<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="366" mozallowfullscreen="" src="https://player.vimeo.com/video/151219834" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="500"></iframe>
<a href="https://vimeo.com/151219834">My Song Is Sung</a> from <a href="https://vimeo.com/sjramir">SJ.Ramir</a> on <a href="https://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.Ramir Filmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16162107089556105775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528313330029266041.post-64444154887039414972016-03-16T21:44:00.001-07:002020-09-11T19:38:52.757-07:00SJ.Ramir - Artist CV<b>Selected screenings: </b><br />
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2015<br />
In This Valley, My Heart Is Buried Deep… - Rencontres Internationales, Berlin.<br />
Into Daylight – Alchemy Film and Moving Image Festival, Scotland.<br />
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2014<br />
In This Valley, My Heart Is Buried Deep… - Rencontres Internationales, Paris.<br />
Our Hands Are Empty - Jihlava International Documentary Film Festival, Czech Republic.<br />
No Place To Rest – Melbourne International Film Festival.<br />
Remote – Alchemy Film and Moving Image Festival, Scotland.<br />
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2013<br />
Into Daylight - Internationell KonstFilm Utstallning Art Film Biennale, Jonkoping Lans<br />
Museum, Sweden.<br />
No Place To Rest – Edinburgh International Film Festival.<br />
No Place To Rest – New Zealand International Film Festival<br />
No Place To Rest – Videomedeja, Novi Sad, Serbia<br />
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2012<br />
Disquiet – Edinburgh International Film Festival.<br />
Departure and Our Voices Are Mute – Forum Des Images, Paris.<br />
Disquiet - European Media Art Festival, Osnabruck, Germany.<br />
Departure – Light Cone 30th Anniversary, Pompidou Centre, Paris.<br />
Various films – SJ.Ramir retrospective, The Experiment, Maysles Cinema, New York.<br />
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2011<br />
Disquiet – Melbourne International Film Festival, Australia.<br />
Disquiet – New Zealand International Film Festival, New Zealand.<br />
Cold Clay, Emptiness… - Jihlava International Documentary Film Festival, Czech Republic.<br />
Disquiet - Ischia Film Festival, Ischia, Italy.<br />
Disquiet – Video Art Festival Miden, Kalamata, Greece.<br />
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2010<br />
Cold Clay, Emptiness... – 67th Venice International Film Festival, Italy.<br />
Into Daylight – International Film Festival Rotterdam, The Netherlands.<br />
Into Daylight – Cork Film Festival, Ireland.<br />
Into Daylight – EX-IS video art festival, Seoul, South Korea.<br />
Our Voices Are Mute – Images Forum Festival, Tokyo, Japan.<br />
Into Daylight – Oslo Screen Festival, Oslo, Norway.<br />
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2009<br />
Our Voices Are Mute and Departure - International Film Festival Rotterdam, The Netherlands.<br />
Our Voices Are Mute – Oberhausen International Short Film Festival, Germany.<br />
Into Daylight – Edinburgh International Film Festival<br />
Our Voices Are Mute – Videomedeja, Novi Sad, Serbia.<br />
Our Voices Are Mute – Jihlava International Documentary Film Festival, Czech Republic.<br />
Our Voices Are Mute and Man Alone – Die Nacht #87, broadcast on Arte TV,<br />
Germany/France.<br />
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2008<br />
Departure and Our Voices Are Mute – Athens Video Art Festival, Greece.<br />
Our Voices Are Mute – Video Art Festival Miden, Kalamata, Greece.<br />
Departure - 700.IS Festival, Egilsstadir, Iceland.<br />
Departure – European Media Art Festival 2008, Osnabruck, Germany.<br />
Our Voices Are Mute, Taupiri – Electrofringe Festival, Newcastle, Australia.<br />
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2007<br />
Departure – d/Lux/MediaArts, d/Art07/screen; Chauvel cinema, Sydney and Revelations Film<br />
Festival, Australia.<br />
Departure – Videomedeja, Museum of Vojvodina, Novi Sad, Serbia.<br />
Departure – Video Art Festival Miden, Kalamata, Greece.<br />
Man Alone – Electrofringe Festival, Electroprojections, Newcastle, Australia.<br />
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2013<br />
Disquiet - Internationell KonstFilm Utstallning Art Film Biennale, Jonkoping Lans Museum,<br />
Sweden.<br />
(De)composition – Orexart Gallery, The Religious Experience, group show.<br />
(De)composition – Auckland Art Fair, (Orexart Gallery), New Zealand<br />
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2012<br />
Disquiet – New Zealand Film Archives, Mediagallery, Wellington.<br />
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2011<br />
Cold Clay, Emptiness… - Yebisu International Festival for Art and Alternative Visions 2011,<br />
Tokyo Metropolitan Museum of Photography, Japan.<br />
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2010<br />
Our Voices Are Mute – solo screening, Dianne Tanzer Gallery, Melbourne, Australia.<br />
Our Voices Are Mute – solo screening, Square2 gallery, City Gallery Wellington, NZ.<br />
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2009<br />
Our Voices Are Mute and Departure - The Auckland Art Fair, New Zealand.<br />
Journeys… New video art and prints – solo show, Orexart Gallery, Auckland, New Zealand.<br />
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2008<br />
Man Alone and Our Voices Are Mute – The Australian Centre of Photography, Sydney,<br />
Australia.<br />
SJ.Ramir video works 2006-2008 - Internationell KonstFilm Utstallning Art Film Biennale,<br />
Sweden.<br />
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2007<br />
Departure – d/Lux media arts exhibition, The Australian Centre of Photography, Sydney,<br />
Australia.<br />
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<b>Filmography:</b><div><b><br /></b></div><div>2017</div><div>In This Valley of Respite, My Last Breath...5:07mins, colour, DV, 4:3<br />
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2016<br />
My Song Is Sung, 6:43mins, colour, DV, 4:3<br />
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2015<br />
Closer, 3:10 mins, colour, DV, 4:3<br />
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2014<br />
Our Hands Are Empty, 9:50 mins, colour/black and white, DV, 4:3<br />
In This Valley, My Heart Is Buried Deep…, 5:15 mins, colour, DV, 4:3<br />
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2013<br />
No Place To Rest, 6:15 mins, colour, DV, 4:3<br />
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2012<br />
Remote, 31 mins, black and white, HD, 16:9<br />
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2011<br />
Disquiet, 8:15 mins, colour, DV, 4:3<br />
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2010<br />
Cold Clay, Emptiness…, 7:36 mins, colour, DV, 4:3<br />
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2009<br />
Into Daylight, 5 mins, colour, DV, 16:9 anamorphic<br />
The Passage, 4:05 mins, colour, DV, 4:3<br />
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2008<br />
Our Voices Are Mute, 4:42 mins, colour, DV, 4:3<br />
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2007<br />
Taupiri, 2:48 mins, b&w, DV, 4:3<br />
Departure, 3:28 mins, colour, DV, 4:3<br />
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2006<br />
Gulf Transmission, 4:40 mins, colour, DV, 4:3<br />
Man Alone, 3:50 mins, colour, DV, 4:3</div>Ramir Filmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16162107089556105775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528313330029266041.post-36763980380475783352016-01-08T22:12:00.000-08:002016-01-08T22:14:07.712-08:00Stills from My Song Is Sung (2016)<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Synopsis:</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Post existence: </span><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">My Song Is Sung examines physical space no longer occupied.</span></div>
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<br />Ramir Filmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16162107089556105775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528313330029266041.post-11973349154675379832015-12-19T21:27:00.000-08:002015-12-19T21:28:57.196-08:00Artist Statement<span class="fsl"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></span>
<span class="fsl"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"The theme I explore in my video work is that of
'journeys' - both physical and metaphysical. These journeys are
dramatised by the movement of anonymous, silhouetted figures
through isolated landscapes - alluding to both the isolation of the
individual, and isolation of place. Visual distortion in the footage is
created by the enhancement of pixels, through the use of custom-made
lens filters that are used 'in camera' to produce hazy, distorted images
- suggestive of emotional states connected with isolation. </span></span><br />
<span class="fsl"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></span>
<span class="fsl"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The journeys
made by these silhouetted figures can represent many things; a search
for personal identity, nationhood or <span class="text_exposed_show">community.
Often structures or houses appear in the distance, and are used as
metaphors to represent mankind/society (and the offerings of society;
from collective philosophy, values, morals, through to religion) and
memories and needs. The figures approach, explore, and ultimately depart
these structures. </span></span></span><br />
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<span class="fsl"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The final act of the figures leaving the structures
and walking away represents an absolute rejection of what is being
offered by mankind/society. It is crucial in my video work that for
these wandering figures, no destination or resolution is ever reached,
as this reaffirms that the very act and motivation of journeys is about
an un-sated longing/quest/desire/<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break"></span>need."</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="fsl"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">– SJ.Ramir</span></span></span><br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="367" mozallowfullscreen="" src="https://player.vimeo.com/video/98788187" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="500"></iframe> </div>
<a href="https://vimeo.com/98788187">Our Hands Are Empty - Excerpt/trailer</a> from <a href="https://vimeo.com/sjramir">SJ.Ramir</a> on <a href="https://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.Ramir Filmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16162107089556105775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528313330029266041.post-69415492685596540912015-04-17T22:36:00.000-07:002015-12-19T21:41:40.803-08:00Stills from Closer (2015)<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Closer (2015) SJ.Ramir</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Closer (2015) SJ.Ramir</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Closer (2015) SJ.Ramir</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Synopsis:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Drawing on iconic religious imagery, Closer explores the interdependence
of human fragility and faith - displaying redemption and transformation
in a universal context.</span></span><br />
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<br />Ramir Filmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16162107089556105775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528313330029266041.post-47594304504669735042015-04-17T22:33:00.000-07:002015-12-19T21:40:42.324-08:00Stills from In This Valley, My Heart Is Buried Deep... (2014)<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In This Valley, My Heart Is Buried Deep (2014) SJ.Ramir</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In This Valley, My Heart Is Buried Deep (2014) SJ.Ramir</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Synopsis:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“On the morning of my death – just after sunrise, and before my spirit had departed, a mysterious figure entered the house... “ </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In
This Valley, My Heart Is Buried Deep, is an experimental narrative that
uses a combination of visuals and text. Based on an actual dream, the
video explores what it means to belong; connection to the land;
connection to a place…</span></span><br />
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Ramir Filmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16162107089556105775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528313330029266041.post-15886310204364677492015-04-17T22:28:00.001-07:002015-12-19T21:39:54.443-08:00Stills from Our Hands Are Empty (2013)<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our Hands Are Empty (2013) SJ.Ramir</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our Hands Are Empty (2013) SJ.Ramir</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Synopsis:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“To understand life is to know that much of it is lived in the dark -
there is very little daylight in our understanding or comprehension. To
find truth, we need to reach out for it, but most often when we pull our
hands back to examine what we have found, our hands are empty…”</span></span><br />
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Ramir Filmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16162107089556105775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528313330029266041.post-51209985793258755692015-04-17T22:22:00.000-07:002015-12-19T21:39:12.058-08:00Stills from No Place To Rest (2012)<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No Place To Rest (2012) SJ.Ramir</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No Place To Rest (2012) SJ.Ramir</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No Place To Rest (2012) SJ.Ramir</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Synopsis:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In "No Place to Rest", the viewer is led tentatively on a journey down a
deserted gravel road and into a shadowy world of metaphysical
landscapes. An abandoned cottage is encountered, and explored, revealing
fragments of past lives, and invoking a sense of unease…</span></span><br />
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Ramir Filmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16162107089556105775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528313330029266041.post-44282944344899474362015-04-17T22:18:00.000-07:002015-12-19T21:38:00.432-08:00Stills from Disquiet (2011)<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i>Disquiet</i> uses the movement of an anonymous figure through remote
environments, to examine metaphysical journeys that are made through
landscapes within the mind. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br />After travelling by foot through a dark,
woodland forest, a figure enters into a desolate, desert-like world.
Its journey is intercepted by a looming structure – representing visions
of society, memory and need – which is explored, but ultimately
rejected, leaving the figure to continue on its quest towards an unknown
destination.</span></span><br />
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<br />Ramir Filmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16162107089556105775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528313330029266041.post-13363877345215514462015-04-17T22:14:00.000-07:002015-12-19T21:37:09.958-08:00Stills from Cold Clay, Emptiness... (2010)<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cold Clay, Emptiness... (2010) SJ.Ramir</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cold Clay, Emptiness... (2010) SJ.Ramir</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cold Clay, Emptiness... (2010) SJ.Ramir</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In Cold Clay, Emptiness... an anonymous figure moves in slow motion
through an empty and remote rural environment. The figure's journey is
intercepted by symbolic images - representing visions of society, memory
and need - which are explored, but ultimately rejected, leaving the
figure to continue on its quest towards an unknown destination. Pixels
are enhanced through the use of custom-made lens filters, to create new
textures within the work, and eliminate superfluous detail.</span></span><br />
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Ramir Filmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16162107089556105775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528313330029266041.post-42781247637925525082015-04-17T22:10:00.001-07:002015-12-19T21:35:48.838-08:00Stills from Into Daylight (2009)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Into Daylight (2009) SJ.Ramir</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Into Daylight (2009) SJ.Ramir</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In much of his video art, SJ.Ramir utilises geographical landscapes –
and the movement of people through them, as a metaphor, to explore the
notion of metaphysical journeys that we make across landscapes within in
the mind. In a slight deviation from his usual style, Into Daylight is a
widescreen ‘cinematic response’, to this theme. In it, Ramir has
employed classic filmic devices - such as composed vignettes and slow
camera pans - in combination with a lulling cinematic soundtrack, until a
change in atmosphere occurs, and a lone figure, in silhouette, is
revealed to be travelling through a remote and desolate terrain. The
destination is not known. The focus is simply on the figures journey.</span></span><br />
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<br />Ramir Filmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16162107089556105775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528313330029266041.post-89617771895615615342015-04-17T19:52:00.001-07:002015-12-19T21:35:07.271-08:00Stills from Our Voices Are Mute (2008)<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our Voices Are Mute (2008) SJ.Ramir</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In Our Voices Are Mute, geographical landscapes are used to explore the
concept of intangible journeys that are made through metaphysical
landscapes of the mind. Anonymous figures move in slow motion through
desolate and remote environments. At times their journeys are
intercepted by symbolic images, representing visions of society, memory
and need - which are explored, but ultimately rejected, leaving the
figures to continue on a quest towards an unknown destination.</span><br />
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Ramir Filmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16162107089556105775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528313330029266041.post-22737873698955694672015-04-17T19:49:00.000-07:002015-12-19T21:34:05.883-08:00Stills from Taupiri (2007)<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taupiri (2007) SJ.Ramir</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Taupiri is an exercise in light and pixel manipulation. Using a
photographic still taken in 1992, of a lone cabbage tree, a custom-made
filter was placed in front of the lens and maneuvered to bend and shape
the light entering into the camera. The end result is a clustered,
kaleidoscope effect of pixels moving like a comet across the screen, and
illuminating the original photographic image.</span></span></div>
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<br />Ramir Filmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16162107089556105775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528313330029266041.post-67053433118955218832015-04-17T19:39:00.000-07:002015-12-19T21:32:40.836-08:00Stills from Man Alone (2006)<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Man Alone (2006) SJ.Ramir</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In Man Alone, a mysterious figure sets out on a journey through a murky
and dank rainforest. The destination is not known. A sense of bleakness
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Ramir Filmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16162107089556105775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528313330029266041.post-15823378526793796312015-04-17T19:16:00.001-07:002018-07-10T20:44:04.778-07:00Stills from Departure (2007) and Gulf Transmission (2006)<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Departure explores both emotional and
geographical landscapes of isolation. An anonymous figure sets out on a
journey - moving through a harsh and sun burnt terrain, towards an
unknown destination. Pixels are enhanced in the video work by the use of
custom-made lens filters, to create pointillist textures, and eliminate
superfluous detail.</span><br />
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Ramir Filmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16162107089556105775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528313330029266041.post-41609124485120259822013-09-15T22:07:00.000-07:002016-08-12T01:17:25.708-07:00Sweet molasses, broken wings and a slow death...<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>- In response to a curators question, as to why i make films... - SJ.Ramir</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">"I grew up as an only child. I
lived with my mother in a small wooden house that was quite damp and got very cold
during the winter. We lived close to a biscuit factory and a forest. Each day
at a certain time, it seemed that the biscuit factory would release from a
giant chimney into the air, the most amazing sweet molasses smell you could
imagine. If we can agree that the sense of smell has the potential to trigger
strong memories, then throughout my adulthood, the smell from fresh molasses most
reminds me of my early years. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">Being so close to nature, I made
friends with animals and insects. One day in our backyard I found a bee with a
severed wing. It couldn’t fly off – all it could do was spin around in circles
on the concrete beneath our clothes line. It wasn’t getting anywhere. I watched
the bee for about ten minutes, struggle with the cruelty of physics, until I had an
idea of super glueing its wing back on. I went inside and turned the kitchen
upside down looking for a tube of glue that I knew was hidden somewhere in the
cupboards or drawers. There’s a reason why super glue is dangerous in the hands
of children. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">With the best intentions in the
world, I went outside with the glue and set about helping the bee. I just knew
that if I could get its severed wing back on, the bee could fly back home and live a
long and happy life. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">I squirted out a puddle of glue
onto the concrete next to the bee. I dipped the severed part of its wing into
the glue and tried to attach it to the bee’s body – on the opposite side of
other wing, but it didn’t help that the bee was spinning at a frantic pace and
the glue kept running down the bee’s wing that I was holding and onto my
fingers. I wiped my hand onto the side of my pants, but I forgot that I was
holding the wing also, so the wing got stuck to my pants. I finally managed to peel
it off my pants, but it was now torn in two places – and during the struggle of
freeing it from my pants, it had become stuck to the end of my finger. I looked
down at the bee and it had stopped spinning – probably out of exhaustion. Then
I did what you could only excuse a young child for doing – I lost <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">complete</i> interest in the task at hand
and walked off. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">Two days later, I woke up early
in the morning and lay there in bed. I looked down at my hands and noticed that
there were still bits of super glue on them and something unusual looking stuck
to the end of one of my fingers. Then I remembered the bee. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">It was a particularly cold
winter’s morning. The grass outside in the backyard was lightly covered in
frost. The bee was where I had left it – on the concrete beneath the washing
line, but completely lifeless and speckled in morning dew. I crouched down and
studied it. Much of the bee had disappeared. There were a number of ants
pulling at the remaining parts of the bee’s body. One ant had become enveloped
by a small drop of dew and was attempting to fight its way out of the bubble of
water. I prodded the bee’s remains and the ants went scurrying away to the
edges of the lawn. I wondered about the bee. I wondered about what would fill
the space that it had inhabited when it completely disappeared? What would
happen to the energy and movement that it had once generated? I wondered many
things about the finality of its life, but as a young child I didn’t have the
vocabulary to verbalise it in a mental conversation with myself. Rather, I instinctively
questioned its death in a rather hazy way, and with no real frame of reference.
For many years after this, I wandered alone through the forest close to our
house, searching for other dead creatures and insects, observing them after
death, their stillness, their now irrelevance to the surroundings they once
occupied. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">It seemed that death was a lonely path
that could not be shared. I watched them as a spectator, but not without
compassion..."</span></div>
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