Kuba Dorabialski, I Have Some Regrets/I Have No Doubts, 2015, UHD video, 6 minutes
Some thoughts on narrative movement without a destination.
In time‐based expressions, there has always been a stream of works (literary, cinematic, theatrical) in which the narrative is eschewed. It was kind of a big deal in the last 150 years of world literature; from Baudelaire’s aimless amblings to the conceptual circles of W.G. Sebald, stories are told – they move – without the classical markers of narrative. Nothing begins. Some things happen, other things do not happen. Nothing ends. Instances like Joyce’s Finnegans Wake turn the movement of a narrative onto themselves; like an ouroboros the end flows into the beginning, which flows into the ends and so on, ad infinitum. The direction and its destination isn’t nearly as pressing as movement itself. To what end this anti‐teleological meandering? Partly, it was a modernist itch for novelty, but it’s hard to entirely disregard the latent metaphysics in such a practice. To wander aimlessly, never arriving, is to forestall death; to put it off for lack of trying. Through squinting eyes and in the evening light, it may even feel like you’re immortal. The video I Have Some Regrets/I Have No Doubts wants this ever‐moving transcendence too; the voice‐over text stutters and interrupts itself, it makes propositions and instantly retracts and negates them. Like a shark, it moves because it has to; it’s restless and it has the opportunity to talk, so talk it will. And as the text unfolds, the camera moves in a perfect circle, passing its starting point and on again, suggesting a never‐ending movement with no beginning and no end.