The room quietens as another film subject emerges deliberately from the audience. She, or he, approaches the Inner View Camera with something to say. Something worthwhile speaking. Words that have purpose, and an obvious use in his or her world. Perhaps even to the world at large. Words that set out to convince us all.
The subject sits. Close to the camera. Close to me. Eyes closed, ever deepening breath, as the spartan words of instruction remove any requirement from our time together. The point of being here, that was so vividly etched into a previously important list is now lost, as the image is cast in high contrast black and white to a large screen. Arrestingly beautiful. Always. We are all to be included unreservedly in this experience of the human soul made visible. Of humanity witnessed.
From a palpable and utter stillness, it is as if the subject ‘is spoken’. Words. And space. And an unbridled vulnerability of such profound importance that the audience cannot turn away.
Here there is nowhere to hide. Here there is no need to hide. Here there is the surrender of control, the control that kept us from seeing one another. From seeing ourselves. Here, for this moment in time there is freedom. And an experience that will most probably live deep within each of us.