An art work in the form of a video installation.
Sitting alone in that room, watching the images for almost 20 minutes. Listening to the narrator’s subdued and unclear articulation. Trying to decipher his accent, yet also just submitting to the lull of his voice. Contemplating on the content of the film. Contemplating Beethoven, as his music was used. I felt deeply in touch with myself.
So that is what Art can do.
When I went back to the gallery a week later, the exhibit had ended. I did not get to see the rest of this exhibit…