- The mapping of a single thought firing and creating more thoughts.
(1 million (or so) x magnification on the activity taking place within our concrete world)
The fabric of our world:
of human interactions and appearance of all things material.
We are fundamentally all just bumping particles, giving off the illusion of being solid
- Nothing is ever still.
Even concrete is constantly evolving.
As particles engage with, bump-up against and respond to the energy that surrounds them, patterns are formed, matter is formed, a surface appearance is formed; relationships-between-things - are formed!
But really, it is still only the space between these interactions that permit anything to be here at all.
The space holding things together, creating definition, framing...
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- A concrete illusion -
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The Pilobolus Dance Theater performing 'Symbiosis'.
> watch full screen for full goodness <
'We carry in us traces of every conceivable form of human experience since the creation of heaven and earth. So not only does our imagination draw on what we've experienced in our personal trajectories through life; it also feeds on those countless generations that preceded us. Our expressive range is not confined to a human dimension. It also embraces those of fishes, plants, and amphibians. Even that gush of freedom we once felt soaring through the sky is stored in there.'
'Remember we evolve constantly... by surmounting self-imposed constraints, we can transform ourselves. Just in the same way that a butterfly finally breaks out of its cocoon and transforms itself into a free spirit, so too, can you traverse the pupal-like phase in which you are now confined. In performance, our capacity to transform ourselves is truly critical.' - Kazuo Ohno.
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Of all types of self-relational mediums, there are very few that open up the conversation about ways of 'becoming' more than dance. As bodies physically replicate their surroundings, objects, elements, animals, electricity, death, birth, confusion, anticipation, and transformation into an ongoing array of things. I am continuously taken with this concept of 'potentiality'. The ways in which we can truly become 'Other'.
There is the potential to become, and the potential regarding the endless array of possibilities of what to become. The human ability to empathise, to materialise, transcend boundaries, and become amorphous potential beings; THIS is why we create. To exist as 'Other, live through the process, and engage with life on a primary level. To exist as maker, the making, and the made.
The dancers articulate this kind of understanding through their bodies. They penetrate into a boundless world through Mimesis, through imitation of the way grass moves in the wind, the way a flower blooms, the stillness of wood, hardness of rock, the melting of wax, the violence of the ocean. They appear to enter the minds, or rather the souls of their subjects so convincingly that upon viewing you genuinely feel you are watching the original act itself. In essence you are, as they truly believe what they have become. And belief is the what we base all concrete facts upon.
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'We love to look at a flower in bloom, for we ourselves become one in doing so. For the living, 'to see' amounts to the same thing as 'to eat'. - Ohno.
To nourish ourselves through the eyes and through the skin. I feel this very same way about particular music. As it enters your body, through audible vibrations in air; it seems to engulf, possessing from both the inside and outside. You mediate with it and become it, lying as if stolen, in the intangible, non-place center of its momentous being. It creates a shell around you, a new body to temporarily reside within. Perhaps this is what they are referring to when they call it 'a body of music'.
The body of a song. To get in and wear.
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It's always with a decent rambling that one stumbles upon conclusions or findings of interest. I think it's absolutely essential to get lost within your own thoughts, as it seems only then that you discover foreign content in your own subjective world... There must be a sense of discovery within your own work. It is as much about exploration as it is creation. They are not separate things.
In preparation for the performance Materia Prima, this space is now to become home for the thematic development of ideas, projections, and suggestions - to be more easily accessed by all involved. To submit public utterances of personal processes, this wall is to be a sounding board for potential material to evolve. Placed purely for the taking (or leaving), comb through the content as you please. Some thoughts materialise into tangible objects, some do not. It's just that you have to get them out, before they cause creative congestion.
I have still yet to rinse through a few more thesis tasks, they may or may not appear here. But action is happening on many a level.
"... But the hands gestures run everywhere through language, in their most perfect purity precisely when man speaks by being silent..." - M. Heidegger
Reflections (on touch).
Conversation: an exchange/ an interaction/ a communication between two or more/ the ideal form of communication...
Using the body's surface as the situation, the receiving-of and responding-to the information created through interaction. This exercise was conducted around an invitation. An invitation for two, to hold an intimate conversation between bodies. To converse as bodies, on bodies and through bodies, the liquid language was used as a metaphor for the engagement with a subject; a topic of conversation.
To feel ones way through; the language of touch:
They start off clean; Un-touched.
Un-marked,
without words,
without record of any previous interaction;
a first greeting of sorts.
She primes the surface of his body in white,
a preparation coating for the things waiting to be said.
She splashes words in his face
...the language is spilt,
mixed-up,
a misunderstanding perhaps?
They experience the words as (physical) sensations,
being (rubbed in)
into the skin,
their meanings remain.
At times, the same thoughts are shared,
A unity.
A single hand and the dripping,
a transference of one idea to another,
a happy reception,
agreement.
The cleansing or erasing of previous sentences
- the white wash over stains.
Opinions changed,
a series of 'sorrys',
the re-writing of a new day
speaks over the top of the others.
And at times, language wasn't even used,
the topic of conversation being purely interaction.
And that,
being enough,
being big enough a conversation to sustain singularity,
together,
one.
Non-other than bodies.
Nothing being said,
except for what was being said from skin-to-skin.
These are reflections I feel should remain unstructured. They require 'a reading into'. The language perceived is sensorial. And so, rationalisation using (actual) words seems noncore.
For the purpose of thesis structuring, this 'doing' will lead into a chapter on the conversation a designer must have with her/ his materials; the need for sensory engagement with the process and the creation of material metaphors.
This post marks the entrance of an inquiry into the relationship between bodies and ideas.
