Trying to untangle the threads of knowledge that spun themselves into knots over time. Dismantle the things we tell ourselves to justify anything. Some cut off entirely from the source, others dangling for dear life while I cling to the debris that experiences have left. The memories are dust filled that fail with age sometimes working for us but against the truth. What lies distant for one is near to another. Someone's sunset is another's dawn. It takes contrast to make motion. Studying the forces of two magnets pulled by opposing charges as it harnesses motion. A pull that opposes gravity unlike the rest of things living under its wings obeying the command towards the ground. The invisible friction we all must travel with. Is it a choice of which burdens to wear and which to toss? Which fears to let dictate and which ones to overcome?
Everyday I feel like a beginner. It takes mental power, focus and volition to live with intention and awareness. This project is an act of cultivation, a micro look at how I want to live. Enjoy the silence and curate a space to enter. Create a habit out of it and listen. This takes discipline, to shut out the clamoring of conflicting voices of the ego and to let the truth of intuition guide us onward. To be at one with the tools and materials at hand to express this search is always humbling and circular like the very space I enter. It takes preparation and commitment to one's craft to travel between the realms of transcendence and to mingle with other people as conscious beings, trans-personal connections. I am trying to make silence visible, to make solitude comforting. Turn alienation into connectivity. Make comforting sounds. Thrive in a state of being rather than doing.
In this piece I share today there are rough edges, creating is messy and there are missteps and wrong turns that lead to other directions which can lead one into surprising new territory.