14th of February 2018. Ibiza.
So, again, I find myself walking along the
sandy beach. Taking in the ephemeral shapes left by the transit of moving
bodies over it.
I´m taken to movement.
The waves change the shapes of the sand
constantly.
Time.
Change.
Movement.
Art.
I have an understanding that art might be
the trace movement leaves upon matter in time.
It might be because we can only
acknowledge the trace a moment leaves,
and not the instant in itself.
I recognise the yearning to be present in
the present is what might make me appreciate art as such.
Seeing art as the physical embodyment of an
instant, memory.
Memories are moments that have left an
impact in us at many levels.
Memories create a space or image we can
access time and time again.
Memories are art forms of the brain.
We have created wonderful technology to
store and record this.
Film, sound recordings, photography…
All of them are part of our creativity and
self-enhancement.
But…
…the more we use these devices and rely on
their memories the less we use our own original muscle.
Awareness during experience created
powerful memories engraved in ourselves.
Awareness while walking is what I practice.
These thoughts I write down after come from
that space, even if while I´m experiencing them the rationality isn´t working
in this way.
I´m connecting the experience I have felt
later with the explaining of it, turning it into words that teach me what I
have just experienced. This way, it seems, the experience is engraved deeper
connecting the different parts of me otherwise at lose ends with each other.
One part teaches the other. It´s a wonderful experience.
