blog_post____numbr_6__________MoMI

I had never been to the Museum of Moving Image before. I have to say, it was a beautiful place, informative, and quite fun. There were a lot of things to grasp and learn in the realm of images. Things such as special effects, more specifically, analog special effects, Edward Muybridge's motion studies, and the history of television, were the highlights of my trip. One thing that stuck out to me from all the rest, was Thomas Edison's Kinetoscope. Whilst my group was getting told some history about television, I found my self hovering around the area nearby that displayed a replica of a Kinetoscope. I watched a series of short, early motion picture depiction of what the Kinetoscope may have looked like, projecting unto a screen. Fuzzy, black and white, short videos of cats boxing, a man flexing his muscles and three iron smiths working a piece of iron, were some of the few, very fascinating series of videos that played on that projector. I couldn't help but try to imagine, put my self in the time of Edison, as a local bystander experiencing and seeing these moving images for the first time. It must've felt like witnessing sorcery, utter wonderment to this mysterious thing taking place in front of me.

What a world we live in, surrounded by images. Our daily lives being informed by words, pictures and movement. We are all heedless and numb to so much, completely neglecting the fact that we are nothing but vehicles, with rudders we do not control. We leave up our free will and constraints to the creators of images, and yet it fulfills us, and sometimes even inspires us to maybe become one. The image of things is the most powerful in the world, and we can only hope that we can continue to choose, and be inspired by the good ones, and carry on so to pass it on, for future improvements, perhaps peace, or, just, you know... to stave off boredom.