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I was lucky to see Tacita Dean’s FILM (stills above from The Guardian) a few weeks ago. It was like watching the part of a novel where the heroine falls, and somehow, lying there, parallel to the horizon she sees her life “flash before her eyes”. Standing in the invented flickering, I wondered—what would I remember the most, will it be more specific or more vague than this, what things have I already forgotten that might return, what will be bright, what will be dim—how my own life would look then. And, why/of course/why: the proverbial way we might experience the passing of life is visual.

TNY has a good read about the making of FILM—Dean’s own fall(ing) heroine. You can read it in part here (or subscribe and read it all).

designboom has more stills and 4 mins of footage here.