marfa, and the west texas landscape in american cinema

images from the coen brother's no country for old men, 2007
cinematography by roger deakins

new series of posts on marfa's influence on american cinema
found here

blurred layers of sound

classic drone (number 1):

colin andrew sheffield, first thus, elevator bath, 2005

first thus: the first edition published in the present form. often used to denote a book that was published previously by a different publisher.

i'm not sure how i ever let this one escape me the past couple of years. i've always enjoyed colin's previous projects, which are also available on his own fine label, elevator bath.

colin sheffield's first thus (a term referencing a first edition book in its present form), is breathtaking, to put it simply - - -
first thus begins beautifully with a faint, stretched melody evolving into warm, blurred layers of sounds that subtly thicken, ebb and wash over each other.
somehow, amidst ghostly whirrs, there maintains a calmness to the work like delicately dispersed thunder dissolving and quietly billowing into the atmosphere. the cd gracefully returns to an evocative slowed melody, reminiscent of distant drifting voices in a motet...
it's one of the most delicately beautiful things I've heard.

*** come closer (excerpt)

our house, like a solo performance, proudly resounds amongst the confusion and clamor of the disproportionate piers of the capital

melnikov and his wife next to their future house in moscow, late 1920's
from architecture of konstantin melnikov: 1920's-1930's, toto, 2002

darkness moves

(detail)

(detail)

m swiezynski - drawings 2006 (mont blanc chopin + water colour)
(front & back + 2 details)

les arbres en tout ce ciel part - the trees in all this sky leaves - les arbres dans tout ce ciel laisse - trees in all that heaven allows

douglas sirk: all that heaven allows, 1955

edvard munch, the flaming sky, like blood

red images from:
peter watkins: edvard munch, 1974 (long version)
cinematography by odd-geir sæther

i saw the flaming sky
like blood, like a sword over the fjord and the town (image 35)

also, see earlier entry on munch, ending with:

i felt as if there were invisible threads between us,
i felt as if invisible threads from her hair still twisted themselves around me,
and when she completely disappeared there over the ocean,
then i felt still how it hurt where my heart bleed,
because the threads could not be broken