Portrait with objects #1
I was 17 when my literature teacher brought this idea in our class: To fill the cup, and empty it. To just do it. To watch it being filled and then emptied - that as a daily ritual, first thing in the morning. It clicked. I understood something there. It made sense, yet I couldn't convey it in words. I shared the idea with some poeple. They said it was pointless.I still thought about it. And I think about it now... Ps. Some performances simply don't end, because your SD card runs out off space. Oh well.
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This is an outcome of a sudden realisation - a momentary dream taken into the realm of action * When the woman loses her ground what's left is the sky often with stormy clouds but a room to fly so she's drifting legless wingfull whimsical creature with not-understanding I'm thinking of the word "becoming" being. and coming. with the necessary rooting in the present moment and, by that, coming to the new. to be in the new when the woman is flying she needs nothing. only the sky with stormy clouds. legless and wingfull with no understanding needed as textures and thoughts and colours and light dissolve |
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