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Format: Layer, Start, End, Style, Name, MarginL, MarginR, MarginV, Effect, Text
Dialogue: 0,0:00:00.00,0:00:05.69,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,(piano music playing)
Dialogue: 0,0:00:05.69,0:00:07.14,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Steven: Usually, when you\Nlook at a self-portrait,
Dialogue: 0,0:00:07.14,0:00:10.40,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,you see an artist staring\Ndirectly at himself in a mirror,
Dialogue: 0,0:00:10.40,0:00:12.100,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,but in Self-Portrait\Nwith Death by Bรถcklin,
Dialogue: 0,0:00:12.100,0:00:16.44,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,he seems not so much to\Nbe looking, as listening.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:16.44,0:00:19.24,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Female: That menacing figure of death is
Dialogue: 0,0:00:19.24,0:00:20.67,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,not only playing the violin,
Dialogue: 0,0:00:20.67,0:00:23.90,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,but seems to be whispering\Nsomething in his ear.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:23.90,0:00:26.10,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Steven: He seems ecstatic,\Nwhere you can see clearly
Dialogue: 0,0:00:26.10,0:00:29.64,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the skull, with all of its teeth,\Nthat seems to be smiling demonically.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:29.64,0:00:30.84,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Female: Grinning, I would say.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:30.84,0:00:33.17,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Steven: Yeah, eager and rather excited.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:33.17,0:00:36.21,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,We see that claw-like hand of bones
Dialogue: 0,0:00:36.21,0:00:37.49,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that clutches the bow.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:37.49,0:00:39.68,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and the violin is being played,
Dialogue: 0,0:00:39.68,0:00:42.47,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,but it's being played on\Na single remaining string,
Dialogue: 0,0:00:42.47,0:00:45.64,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,as if Bรถcklin has only\Nthat one string to go.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:45.64,0:00:47.42,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It seems so final.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:47.42,0:00:50.14,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Female: Death knows he's won here.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:50.14,0:00:52.64,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Steven: Art outlasts\Nthe life of the artist
Dialogue: 0,0:00:52.64,0:00:54.80,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and so there's something\Nvery self-conscious about
Dialogue: 0,0:00:54.80,0:00:57.69,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the act of making a work\Nof art and especially about
Dialogue: 0,0:00:57.69,0:00:59.12,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,making a self-portrait.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:59.12,0:01:02.49,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Female: That sense of death\Nis present in portraits,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:02.49,0:01:05.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,generally, not just in self-portraits.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:05.99,0:01:09.16,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Portraits can make the dead alive,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:09.16,0:01:11.37,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,so I think often when\Nwe look at portraits,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:11.37,0:01:13.79,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,we have a sense of going back in time
Dialogue: 0,0:01:13.79,0:01:16.04,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,of looking at someone who has lived.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:16.04,0:01:18.52,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But you're right, it's\Ncertainly more poignant
Dialogue: 0,0:01:18.52,0:01:22.15,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,in self-portraits, especially\Nin the way that Bรถcklin
Dialogue: 0,0:01:22.15,0:01:24.82,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,has collapsed the space here.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:24.82,0:01:27.20,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Steven: The personification\Nof death, that skeleton,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:27.20,0:01:29.49,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,is so intimate. It's so close.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:29.49,0:01:31.32,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,You said "whispering in his ear",
Dialogue: 0,0:01:31.32,0:01:34.09,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,it's almost as if Bรถcklin can\Nliterally feel his breath,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:34.09,0:01:35.29,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,if there were such a thing.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:35.29,0:01:38.20,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Female: The artist, himself,\Nis very close to us.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:38.20,0:01:40.93,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,His palette is half in our space.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:40.93,0:01:42.37,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Steven: And you see the raw paint,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:42.37,0:01:45.32,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,it's a depiction of paint made of itself,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:45.32,0:01:47.20,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that speaks to the lie of painting.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:47.20,0:01:49.70,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The raw materials that\Nmake up this painting
Dialogue: 0,0:01:49.70,0:01:51.36,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,are made present.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:51.36,0:01:52.32,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Female: Made honest.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:52.32,0:01:54.19,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Steven: Made honest. That's right.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:54.19,0:01:57.95,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Stripping away the veils of\Nour life, the veils of society.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:58.03,0:02:00.65,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The palette and the raw\Ndepiction of the paint
Dialogue: 0,0:02:00.65,0:02:03.06,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,is a kind of reminder of the essential.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:03.06,0:02:06.57,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Bรถcklin is showing us\Nboth the flesh and blood
Dialogue: 0,0:02:06.57,0:02:08.73,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,representation of the artist of the man
Dialogue: 0,0:02:08.73,0:02:11.65,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,clothed in the fashions of his day,
Dialogue: 0,0:02:11.65,0:02:13.81,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,but then he also shows us this skeleton,
Dialogue: 0,0:02:13.81,0:02:16.65,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,in a sense this essence\Nof what he will become.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:16.65,0:02:19.65,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The painting as a whole\Nis beautifully manipulated
Dialogue: 0,0:02:19.65,0:02:21.80,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,to show us the illusion of these figures,
Dialogue: 0,0:02:21.80,0:02:24.12,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,but then it's also laid bare.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:24.12,0:02:27.23,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Female: The idea of man returning to dust,
Dialogue: 0,0:02:27.23,0:02:28.65,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,from which he was created.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:28.65,0:02:30.31,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,That's what I was reminded of when you
Dialogue: 0,0:02:30.31,0:02:33.20,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,talked about the materiality of the paint.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:33.20,0:02:35.20,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Steven: He's holding\Na rag under his thumb.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:35.20,0:02:36.73,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Female: To wipe his brush.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:36.73,0:02:37.81,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Steven: To wipe his brush,
Dialogue: 0,0:02:37.81,0:02:39.90,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,but the way that death wipes us all away.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:39.90,0:02:42.23,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,There is this wonderful way in which
Dialogue: 0,0:02:42.23,0:02:45.83,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the act of painting is\Nechoed by the way in which
Dialogue: 0,0:02:45.83,0:02:47.60,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,death transforms us.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:47.60,0:02:51.60,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,(piano music playing)