The Trickster Diaries/Chapter 68
Time online was very different from real time, though I can’t say how or why, precisely. But in the week since we’d met more than could be squeezed into real time had happened, mainly involving her joyous reaction to the work I’d posted. Others had responded to it, over the years—a few collectors here and there, certainly El, my mentor at SMC—but nobody had ever responded like this. For her it zoomed past the brain and heart, entered and woke up a third, formerly unknown, dormant chamber within her.
Even more curiously, her GIF art triggered a similar reaction in me. I was perfectly spellbound. How could one teeny tiny fragment cut from a 90 minute film be used to tell an entirely different, even more compelling story?
Interestingly, it was the people sharing or gossiping about pop culture who had the big follower numbers on Ello, not the ones creating it. After six months or so, Juliette had 400. After 10 days, I had 20. Ello had only opened its gates a year ago but already had millions of users.
I didn’t care about numbers. And though I searched and searched everyday, nobody, in any medium, was doing anything quite as cutting edge as she or I. The way her GIF art and my drawings, assemblage pieces and still photography complemented and contrasted the other was stunning and magical, like Art Deco and tribal art displayed in the same gallery at the same time.
But her work—moving, looping 2-3 second imagery cut from old, mostly foreign films from the early 1900’s-1960 was, as I saw it, the perfect tool in the right hands if the unselfish desire is to break down the illusion of a false self, meaning—the mesmerizing effect of a looping GIF, coupled with the emotional, experiential data locked in the head of the viewer—is enough to cripple it.
Temporarily, at least. And always—or almost always—kindly, in Juliette’s hands.
So yeah, I was intrigued. I enjoyed reading her responses (usually written) to comments (too often emoji-ed) on her channel.
One night—or day, who knew?—she posted a seamless, but very dark and disturbing three second looping film fragment. A commenter wrote:
“Thanks for the nightmares.”