A short film. A girl sits on a chair for an hour. Under the gaze.

(status: filming and editing)

“The gaze is not my question. It is not my answer. It is only a pressure, a slight weight, that turns her, J, into something that can be seen, and something that cannot be reached. 

She knows it now. The disturbance, the tremor, the shaking. Not from me, not from you, but from the gaze itself. A presence, my presence, my eyes, pressing against her surface, changes nothing, changes everything. 

She remains clearer, thinner, further away. A figure stripped of the very act of being observed.”