Self-portrait as a trapped moment in time/A state of simultaneous being and not-being.Which after all, is something that video allows us.A shadowy figure, almost a silhouette or ghost.On a winter walk along the liminal space where land, sea and sky meet.The video plays back and forth, stuck in a time loop. Like the momentum of a pendulum swing.Never quite reaching the destination.Slow-motion capture creates small lossy artefacts.The scene is interrupted by glitches – accidents in the video encoding disrupting one reality with another, broken one. Reminding us of the digital medium and all its frailties.Of data flow and transmission process. This artwork is inspired by the poem “Time Bomb” by Mina Loy, Dadaist…Time-Bomb:The present moment/ is an explosion/ a scission /of past and future/ Leaving /those valorous disreputables /the ruins / Sentinels/ in an unknown dawn/ strewn with prophecy/ Only the momentary/ goggle of death/ fixes the fugitive/ momentum