When I travel I can feel my skin expanding, reaching beyond identity, roles and expectations.
My permeable container diffuses and melts with the air around it. The sense of self dissolves and becomes one with the environment.
Friday 15 May 2009
in Italy - in April
a week spent in the country side
every morning I would go and press a button that would activate a mechanism to collect water in a tank
I needed to wait for 10 or 15 minutes and then switch it off
I would use that time to walk around trees and observe
every single day I had a surprise waiting for me
I decided not to bring the small digital camera with me
I was curious to see what would be left printed in my memory
a leaf falling apart, a selvatic orchid, a protuberance of a branch, a mushroom
I had to make peace with the Earth
my legs were still shaking after the earthquake in L'Aquila
my breath was up up up towards the throat
my spatial reference, my sense of ground was shaken
my feet were lightly touching the ground
was I almost touching the Earth?
I love being on the ground sensing the ground with the back of my head, my whole torso, the soles of the feet - but the Earth did not have the solidity that once had in my perception
a month and 9 days have passed and I am just starting to relax towards the Earth again
every morning I would go and press a button that would activate a mechanism to collect water in a tank
I needed to wait for 10 or 15 minutes and then switch it off
I would use that time to walk around trees and observe
every single day I had a surprise waiting for me
I decided not to bring the small digital camera with me
I was curious to see what would be left printed in my memory
a leaf falling apart, a selvatic orchid, a protuberance of a branch, a mushroom
I had to make peace with the Earth
my legs were still shaking after the earthquake in L'Aquila
my breath was up up up towards the throat
my spatial reference, my sense of ground was shaken
my feet were lightly touching the ground
was I almost touching the Earth?
I love being on the ground sensing the ground with the back of my head, my whole torso, the soles of the feet - but the Earth did not have the solidity that once had in my perception
a month and 9 days have passed and I am just starting to relax towards the Earth again
in Utrecht on the 24Apri09
On a Friday windy morning, I took a walk along one of the canals in the centre of Utrecht, NL. It was my first time there, I had a map I did not want to follow. I tried to get lost but I couldn't. I had too many visual references accumulated in 2 days of passing-by without - I thought - paying attention. So much of the environement touches us... much more than I realise. My eyes were drawn to small plants, contorted banches, the reflection of flying birds on dark green water, ants, a spiderweb. I am constantly surprised by the determination of nature and the spirit of adaptation of wilderness around human-made structures of bricks, concrete walls and pavements.beginning
skin:
container
permeability
inner&outer
impression/expression
touch
identity
land:
belonging
displacement
home
location
ground
soil
earth
container
permeability
inner&outer
impression/expression
touch
identity
land:
belonging
displacement
home
location
ground
soil
earth
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