Eyes follow you everywhere, looking out from the photographs, unblinking and intense from the projected films, some blindfolded, many questioning and others full of love. I did not spend enough time at Chris Marker’s A Grin without a Cat exhibition at The Whitechapel Gallery. Markers imagery however settled itself deep within my memory and has surfaced floating and powerful on a number of occasions since visiting this week.
One of his works was based on T.S. Eliots The Hollow Men, a disquieting visual reflection of Eliots poem:
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass….