As you can clearly see…

Ready for my close-up…


(image 4/5 of diploma series)

A movie camera equipped with a zoom lens is mounted on a crane in the exact position of your head. Please be careful not to bump into the camera or fiddle with its controls while reading this text. The camera begins a zoom towards the left side of the yellow bubble level at the top of the print. After completing its zoom, the camera sees only an 7cm wide portion of the print, the circular hole containing the bubble level is at the exact center of its view.

Next, the camera pans down towards the leftmost tip of the thermometer, pausing momentarily before continuing along its length. Upon having traversed the shaft of the thermometer and reached its tip, the camera pans down and simultaneously tilts its axis vertically, thus nearly becoming parallel to the surface plane of the print.

The 1 franc piece is now in the center of our view, appearing rather elliptical due to our perspective. Slowly we advance towards the coin until we are directly above it and then turn left. We can now clearly see the sextant, faintly, just beyond the horizon.

Our curiosity is piqued by the gleaming rays of golden light reflecting off the sextant, and so we discuss the possibility of travel across the vast 2 dimensional gray treacherous sea of flat empty gray treacherous vast never ending ongoing without end seemingly repetitive flat gray treacherous gray empty flat gray 2 dimensional space towards the sextant, and then do so.

When we arrive at the sextant we are disappointed by its decievingly small size, it measures only 21.4cm wide. So we turn right and travel towards the white plastic dome of the light meter.

The closer we get to the light meter, the larger it appears. So large in fact that when we approach the object, we are easily able to squeeze through the really really small space between the object and the gray flat surface it lies upon.

Emerging from under the light meter, you turn straight up towards the reader of this text. At a sub-microscopic scale, you journey through molecules of cyan, magenta, and yellow dye in the emulsion of the print. Your velocity increases until catastrophically, like an oblivious bird crashing into one of the large windows around you, you smash into the transparent gelatin coating of the photographic paper within which is printed the text you are now reading.