Friday, 31 May 2013

Day ONE

Arriving at location with my blue van, full of stuff:
shovels, tools, ropes, and a lot of broken mirrors. Mirrors that broke during my previous performances, including the ones at Oerol 2012.













The small mountain of sand appeared in front of me, but quit a bit larger then I remembered.
A bit frightening it was: "I have to control, play and maintain this heavy buster?
After walking a few circles around it, I found this button:





 For hours I just sat there, and walked around the sand, observing and waiting for the moment that it should hit me: A new insight. A new way or approach, a new passion to discover, something to research, something to dig in.
I need time and space to be with my surroundings in order to be able to find new ways of observing time, space and materials. That's what it's all about for me. But I can't do that in my head or behind a computer. I need a location and it's materials to inspire me, to touch me, to see it work in front of my eyes, to let it fall between my fingers.
But again, I was impatience. It's just the first day. No one finds gold the first day of digging.



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