Sync Touch

Tribal percussions like sounds from the pit of the gut accompany this actual essay on touch, a eulogy of the skin as the surface that allows contact with the outer world as well as the shell under which the inner-organic and inner-psychic life of the body wiggles. The skin is observed as an exposed area, always alert, and explored in every square inch of it, which alone possesses about 130 tactile receptors. Sync Touch is an experiment in tactile cinema – less rational but paradoxically easier to experience and internalize – that hastens the invention of a feminist, anti-Cartesian language that leads mind back to body, intellect back to reason, physical sensation back to emotions: a “linguistic skin” that gives space to forms of expression usually subject to repression.

There was a trailer...but, it has since disappeared.