a divina desordem: a imagem da lembrança.
An instantaneous mirror of memory, every photograph leaves an immobile trace of what has been, a fixed imprint of something that is no longer what it was before, a silent simulacrum of someone who has disappeared forever from the horizon of our vision. And, as a simple act of remembering, the photograph seems to testify only the disappearance and death of persons and of the feelings that bind us to them, of things and of the places to which they belong. (...)

Seen under this aspect, the act of remembering is the recording of a given imposed on consciousness by exterior reality according to the linear logic of necessity, the inexorable law of nature, the Euclidean mechanism of cause and effect that structures and governs human history in the shape of tragedy. The artist, Tarkovsky says, must be "able to go beyond the limits of linear logic to express the particular nature of the subtle ties and profound phenomena of life, its deep complexity and truth" (...).

The creative act of the artist, in this tradition, thus passes through the act of remembering. Moved by the conscious will and aware of the self, the act of remembering is a personal re-evocation set in action in the dynamic of freedom: it enables us to face the whole of reality in all its aspects, and thus all the feelings, thoughts, decisions that reality calls forth in man's heart. (...)

The act of remembering places the "I" in front of the drama of freedom, the choice between evil and good, and gives it the chance to turn towards the edification of life, and not the desolation and destruction of death, the flow of actions. For Andrei Tarkovsky, remembering is a decision of love and mercy, a risk of faith and hope that returns the heart from pain at an event by now over, dead, and definitively closed in itself, to the openness of new life in a different form, still having a relation to the present.

Giovanni Chiaramonte, The Image as Remembrance, in Instant Light - Tarkovsky Polaroids, Thames & Hudson, pp 119 e ss. Texto completo aqui.


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