Wanja is a documentary about “the Block”, through the eyes of Auntie Barb and the life of Wanja, her blue heeler dog, recently deceased. The community on the Block's many and varied stories of Wanja reflect on the issues affecting this indigenous community in the heart of Sydney. Auntie Barb is an elder of Redfern's community: Wanja was an integral part of the community, known to all for her ability to sniff out the police -in uniform and undercover- “the Block's guardian angel”. Through Wanja, Aunty Barb and the community's memories of this tenacious, loyal, smart and loving dog tell of the early days on the Block when there were elders and families, good housing and a strong sense of community. The stories of Wanja tell us how the tension between the community and police escalated, why the housing has continued to deteriorate and largely been demolished, and why the strength of the community - it's elders, moved on. Aunty Barb was one of the last elders forced off the Block. In spite of this, Aunty Barb continues to call the Block her community and home.
In February 2005, the Croatian National Theatre tried to emulate the Viennese Opern ball by launching its own annual Ball. The Viennese Opern Ball has long been seen in Croatia as the pinnacle of high society, and Vienna as the heart of an imaginary Croatian cultural and political heritage - the Austro Hungarian Empire. The imaginary source shaping Croatian national identity is Vienna. The venture is primarily a business venture, the commodity on sale is the fantasy of an Imperial past, a colonised subject's longing for belonging to the mother state. During my two month resideny in Vienna in 2003 I recorded and filmed preparations, auditions and reharsals for the annual Vienese Opera Ball. I then used the audio material to reconstruct the rehearsals and micro scenes that occurred in Vienna. What we see is a mime act which sometimes concurrs with the original audio and at other times slips. The visuals are shot on mini DV and 16 mm. The mini DV footage emulates the mini DV footage shot from the rehearsals in Vienna, while the 16 mm signals a literal mise en scene of history as political fantasy. The 16 mm footage is telecined in two stages. The first straight from negative on antiquated Croatian TV technology, so the defficiency of the image is the result of a comparative technological backwardness, the second stage was telecined from a positive print and through comparative technological modernity achieves a technicolour hue. The images were separated frame by frame, frozen and then set into a series of dissolves, which brings upon a stilted reanimation of stillness. This is at once a strategy to render time dense but also to pluck it out of history and place mimicry in the rhetorical.
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Dusty Egyptian songs, found and lost. Some papers flying in the wind in an alley in Tangiers, the dance of the ephemeral, the fragility of the moment. Newspapers, plastic bags, tissues, all of them destined to disappear. But contemplation collapsesthe time of the instant and opens a door to another place without measure. Here it is the eternal dance of meetings and missed meetings; now between a newspaper and a plastic bag that touch each other, caught in a swirl of dust. The page of the newspaper opens, the bag capriciously comes to rest a moment on it, and they repeat the game, over and over. Someone passes by taking no notice of the scene, invisible without the state of contemplation. And there we feel that it is life that takes us, that carries us in its arms, that makes us find each other in the loss. All of the possibles and impossibles of our stories are there, luck is their need and chance is their destiny.... Tánger. Cover Agent: Zayd ibn Dawra.