‘either solar / or lunar’ is a spectral short film that follows a natal presence of light seen from the point of view of a lone visitor. The clips of the sea, the frame seen in view, and light are contrasted with the point of view an observer of the lone visitor fumbling lace with her hands as she waits for something unknown. Long pauses between sound clips of blown out waves heard from the sea are designed to highlight the audience’s heartbeat heard inside of their ears if listening with headphones – a decision made by the artist in the middle of assemblage of footage after noticing the beat of her heart determining the space between silence and each clip, like a heartbeat-driven metronome.
The lore of this film goes deeper than process, as the story is based around the relic in frame, that later will hold the cloth of Clara. The film is an iteration of work as part of a larger ongoing world-building research titled hyperviolet, a virtual landscape built in a game engine. The work is situated around methods of digitally archiving lore, symbolic relics, and motion capture of an avatar for live performance visuals.

An excerpt:
Clara’s nature is as a remedy is to suffering as gravity is to a human on earth, touching the ground, sinking. Gravity coils in on itself and exists as an eternal memory. Only perpetual movement, skittish undulating, and vocal howls obfuscate visions of all whose memory she absorbs for them. She is one of a few harbingers of sullenness who walks here. A keeper of despair, untold tales, hidden by the ability to facade such misfortune. Graced by a fog in the air that is warmed by sunlight. The River Styx birthed this place for a chance at hope and dropped her here. But, no other physical body lays eternally supine here with her. Lived human experiences manifest through natural ordinances. She hears troubling winds, that of the likes of a freight train. Bares boiling rain as bloodshed dripping down her shoulders, seeping into her cloth, weighing it heavier.

“Sullen were we in the sweet air that is gladdened by the Sun...
“Now lie we sullen here in the black mire.”

Waves fold over her body along with the fabric, sand smoothed over leaving an imprint of her hands and legs. Letting the sand encapsulate her in a safe bed. She is enamored by her place in the vastness, comforted by her place along the powdery dust encrusted on her cloth. But here, there is no evidence of being alone. The presence of fauna are there for her to watch over and watch and listen to for eternity. Observing an amorphousness to just be.

She counts every seagull who catches a fish. Every sand crab that finds a seashell. Every oyster that births a pearl. Every seaweed’s ray of light underwater. Despite the scraping of the rocky boulder that is underneath her, encrusted with slippery algae, there is firm grip. Falling upright.