REBECA
MÉNDEZ

This is a love letter sent to Adam seven years ago when he was living in Amsterdam and I in California. We communicated via email, yet the disembodied language of e-mail and a double distance, not only physically but most importantly a distance in time, woke a desperate and silent attempt of making the writing machine into a sensual machine. I began scanning parts of my body and sending them to Adam. But a still image fell so short from conveying my desire to feel his beautiful skin on my hands, even if for a few seconds. The closest I could get to his machine and therefore to him was to caress the scanner itself, leaving finger print traces behind also captured by the scanner. And that is how Mediated Eros began. Thirty four frames dissolving onto each other as they press onto the glass. A monotonous female voice softly calls to her lover ‘I love you’ over and over and over. Adam is now my husband.

For Adam Eeuwens, with Electrotete.