"In Attempting to construct a loose yet defineable territory which is the place of the 'Gap' [a space which constantly reconfigures around its own boundaries and is fraught with anxieties looping around its own vertiginous core, which like a feedback oscillates with increasing speed around the poles of presence and absense] I looked for some examples of its usage in language, variously familiar and archaic.

Some definitions include:

An open mouth
A breach in a wall, fence, hedge etc. caused by violence or natural decay
A small break or opening in an edge or surface...
A break or opening in a range of mountains, a gorge or pass...
A hole or chasm in the ground...
A gash or wound in the body...
An unfilled sapce or interval; a blank; a break in continuity...
A disparity, an inequality, an imbalance;
(usually undesireable) divergence of sympathies, underdstanding, development, etc.

And usages include:

'There were wide gaps between the buildings...where dwellings had been shelled or burned'
'The path led me through a gap in a high elder hedge'
'Through the gaps in the over-arching branches he could see the stars'
'The door opened a little and someone peered at tem through the small gap'
'What vast gaps there were, what blank spaces in her knowledge'
'They always maintained a gap, a distance between them'
'The gap between words and experience in the...world of professional educators'
The gap that has opened up...between men of science and students of the humanities'

credibility gap...
generation gap...
bridge the gap...
close the gap...
fill the gap...
stop the gap (make up a deficiency, supply a want, fill a space)...

So without wanting to rely too heavily on the dictionary, it served as a point of departure; it seems to me that inhabiting the gap in some sense is necessary, even desirable. Suspending discussions, if only to point out the stubborn prejudice which is born of common sense when we accept and act out the roles prescribed to us.

In a practical sense I'm suggesting the staging of a gap, or rather, gaps...

An elision of parallels, a superimposition of spaces, both representational and abstract, spatial and temporal; both critical of the binary construction of opposites and respectful towards the gestures which have valued the fragile epiphanies of the rupture.

So a setting of texts, a screening of films...
A screening of texts, a drifting of sites.
One 16mm projector, three 16mm films, all silent, black and white, approximately 45 minutes
live voice-over from texts found, written and re-edited.
A brief introduction and open discussion to follow...
I imagine it begins...
A minute or so into the projection of "Flare Out" by Peter Gidal
I start to read...

"How are we to name, to describe such as I see it from my place, that lived by another. Which yet for me is not nothing for I believe in the other and that which furthermore concerns me myself since it is there as another’s view upon me. Here is this well-known countenance, this smile, these modulations of voice, whose style is as familiar to me as myself. Perhaps in many moments of my life the other is for me reduced to this spectacle which can be a charm, but should the voice falter, should the unwanted appear in the score of a dialogue or on the contrary should response respond too well to what I thought without having really said it, suddenly there breaks forth the evidence that out there also minute by minute, life is being lived. Somewhere behind those eyes, behind those gestures, or rather before them, or again, about them, coming from I know not what double-ground of space, another private world shows through, through the fabric of my own and for a moment I live in it. I am no more than respondent for the interpolation that is made to me. To be sure, the least recovery of attention persuades me that this other who invades me is made only of my own substance. How could I conceive, precisely as his, his colours, his pain, his world? Except as in accordance with the colours I see, the pains I have had and the world wherein I live. But at least my private world has ceased to be mine only, it is now the instrument which another plays, the dimension of a generalised life which is grafted onto my own. "

The tone and nature of the confluence of image and text mutate and change throughout the 'lecture' in an attemt to evoke, situate, and if only in fantasy overcome the 'gap'.