Same Day Nice Biscotts

A mournful, dissolving jewel set in bruised magenta sends out votive glints of dying light. A lone bird chirps and branches obscure our vision. Working from a stack of abandoned multiple film prints (nearly identical and thirteen in number), Luther Price makes reiterative loops that underline futility, echo hope, and mark every camera movement with the vain promise of a fresh outcome and inevitable predestination. (MM)