Projections

You keep trying to imagine your videos projected gigantic on the gallery wall. An overwhelming presence. At a safe distance yet somehow still threatening. Able to strike, if not now, then later over coffee, recollected in tranquility. Skirting the spectacular inherent in the scale.
Yes, spectacular yet so intimate. You are contained within this dark hole, this hidden recess, and illuminated outside your control. Is this some kind of mirror reflecting your deepest longings.
After all, it is you who chose to enter this room, to submit to this flashing vision of imagination. You are there. And in the moment you must decipher past from present from future as though your life depended on it.