UNRAVEL . SEEN . GO BECOME
These three video sketches are concerned with the life cycles of the self and the psyche. How clearly our subconscious finds voice if we look at how the body speaks in it's own language. We make art to communicate to one another in ways that words fail us. Whichever form these artworks take, we make them simply for the shadows that are cast, for the shadows are where we truly talk to one another.
The glorious days when these sketches were made, was a time curated by light (Luz). Black and white circled each other like yin and yang. There was a guiding light in the blackness of night, and in the bright of the day a shadow self at play.
UNRAVEL
A walk along a sea shore where tangled ropes are collected After a short while there is a considerable weight already.
The first job is to untangle these different fibres, to sort them. Afterwards the knotting back together of these fragments. Making a whole from what was broken. Making sense of the pieces.
Shadows from the ropes are cast; a shadow self at work mending, making a rope that can be climbed back to the light. It's falls suddenly, but it's a process.
SEEN
Once in a lifetime we catch a glimpse of things as they might be, and feel the infinite manifestations of being that are possible. It catches us by surprise, inverts things. A different sound fills the ears, 'I was born for this' repeats the chorus.
In moments we see our journey, gain understanding and insights. In moments we feel seen.
This video was filmed on 20th April 2023, the day of a rare hybrid solar eclipse.
GO BECOME
In England there is an expression ‘to tow the line’ which describes doing what others expect of you.
Artemis lived all of his life on the island of Crete. He'd never left until now at fifty. Here he was on a low stone wall overlooking the Parthenon in Greece pursuing his dream. He was playing music on an instrument he'd made himself, connecting with other musicians on the street and feeling excited about these tentative new opportunities. It is his playing that forms the soundtrack you hear.
On Crete these patriotic songs would prompt people to fire their guns in the air. The timeless loops of the Lyre, the sound of revolt, of revolution. Songs of independence.
We spoke for a while, until the not playing, the lack of coins being thrown, prompted unease and stress. 'Arty' had lived with his family until now, had been dependent on them, but this was his bid for freedom.
Tomorrow he was to meet with his dad, would tell him that he would not return to the island. He knew the response already, that his dad would no longer support and help his son financially.
How different are the timings of life, of when we are ready... to let go, to fly.