Colectivo Casa Amarela invites

BLUBLAUBLEUAZUL
(cine-concert)

With the exception of synaesthesia, a neurological condition that, among other symptoms, leads to the association between color and sound; the existence of the so-called white, pink, and blue noise; the existence of the blues musical style or even the chromatic scale, musical language, despite being able to arouse emotion, thought, criticism, and reflection, is an abstract expression. Like dance, despite having a language, not being figurative, it is the narrative that gives it its theme and helps the interpretation of the movement.

As such, the sound of a film whose narrative is fragmented, intersects and directly or indirectly quotes other authors, should, in its composition and performance, demolish and fragment to then make an anastomosis of a sound sculpture pigmented in blue.

Just as the attribution of what each color represents for a given society changes according to the culture in which it is inserted, it is not intended to have a direct association of a certain type of symbolism or emotion to the color blue. This will be as volatile as its value throughout human history. Volatile as the reaction to a blue stain by Yves Klein.

Resorting to the sound matter of noise, repetition and the dilution of compositional structures, it is intended that this materializes and disintegrates in dialogue with the intrinsic characteristics of the VHS film used in the film. The instability, the static, the grain, or even the artifacts left by previous recordings.  This way, the intention is to make the blue heard, whatever that may be for each spectator.

Visions of decades past haunt him. His one eye, centered on his head, rotates schizophrenically without knowing what to focus on. Connected to the past and the future by the same cable, the information overflows and metamorphoses into something timeless. Fragments, colors, images, violence, pleasure emerge. The system is pushed to its limit, a countdown to meltdown. Frequencies cross, add, subtract. The RGB translation subsystem begins to focus on a single spectrum, a final electronic spasm to prevent self-destruction. 666 THz. The spectral color comparison program begins to determine the signal. Blue. The eye, now transfixed on a center, searches for patterns in the kaleidoscope in front of it. A hand, a foot, remnants of its ancient humanity. Has the system been driven to paranoia? More and more the past infects the perception of the present. The tension between time lines increases, distortions begin to appear. Sharpness is lost, noise begins to appear. In a rapid crescendo we have only chaos broadcasting its signal at 200Db, echoes of despair. Like a black hole, the image sucks itself in and implodes. Finally the silence. Annihilation of the system complete.