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On the first pages of this book, the author, who was born in , describes a series of photographs in brief, concise paragraphs, as if they were spread out on a table before her.
They are images from the second half of the 20th century; images that will soon cease to exist, not least because they will be without meaning once there is no one left to imbue them with it. But before that happens, the film plunges into the sea, into the Mediterranean near the small town of La Ciotat, close to Marseille, to be more precise. It begins underwater, floating amid fish in a vast array of colors and patterns. There is a weightlessness that leaves direction open. But quickly, in harsh, abrupt cuts, other images come into viewβglowing animal eyes in the night, a hand holding a fossil to the camera, huge castoff turbines.
Artificial and human-made, the latter take on the radial shape of the starfish whose name the film shares with a film by Man Ray. The title is not the only direct reference to the foregone 20th century, its avant-gardes, and its guiding medium, cinema. In A Memorial, a Synagogue, a Bridge and a Church , she explores, through long takes and a searching gaze, the monument to the demolished synagogue in Bratislava and its immediate urban surroundings, making palpable the simultaneity of different layers of time in one place.
Her two-channel projection Regarde par ici, β¦ Und dort die Puschkinallee , centers on an old watchtower on the border between the former East and West Berlin. This oblivion is just as much a prerequisite for our relationship to time and the past as its counterpart, to memory, even if the latter is more readily linked to the concept of history and access to what came before.
Memory: a piece of land to which one clings; forgetting: the water that sweeps one awayβelusive, unplaceable, infinite, and never the same. Where the waves of forgetting seem inexorable, memory appears as an active resistance. Water has been associated with forgetting since ancient times: in Greek mythology, the dead drink from the waters of the River Lethe on their journey to the underworld, erasing all memories.
