Sound as matter, sculpted by the videographer’s hand.

A scene from an old classic: The femme fatale’s hand touches a dangerous box. Stop the scene and she’s touching a different object – the elusive and ungraspable object of sound. Her gestures seem to mirror my own videographic practice: my fingers on the keyboard transform the film object. This essay is handiwork in the literal sense: the trembling image and the stuttering soundtrack are the result of my hands intervening in the course of the film, getting my fingers burnt. For research purposes.