The Eleventh Station
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The Art of Distraction is mischievous by design, some elements are known, some unknown, some — subconscious. I look away, and back again, mute, questioning the arrival of white noise, riding a train of moonlit thoughts through the pane glass, disguised as subliminal dust, coating everything with a pretense of sparkling bright. It breaks all barriers, talking over the primitive language of silence, with its frequency and static: sharp as the rip of a chainsaw chewing through tin cans loaded with coin. Distraction comes from a place where time is void, illusions are kind, no boundaries exist, nor any other voice.
“I create situations that do not exist. I seek the truth from fiction.”
— Sarah Moon
Video– “LCF Presentation Sarah Moon”
Music, “Comptine d’un autre été – L’après midi”, by Yann Tiersen. …
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