8th of September. 2017. Ibiza.
I keep seeing words floating though the ways of the Labyrinth.
I have tried to ignore this image or impulse for the last two sessions but now I realise I might have to recognise this idea to let it leave. If I repress the impulse it will get more prominent and I´ll think it´s important when it might not be.
More than the fact of words or no words I´m more interested in the aspect of repression it revealed to me.
Painting the Labyrinth. Pause.
I feel the rock,
Gravity,
Passing of time,
Time that is somehow ephemeral, leaves its trace though the ways in the labyrinth.
Time here is not linear
Time overlaps tricking its way out of space.
