Week 2/ day 1.
Grounds
Asphalt
Wooden path
Grass and clay
Asphalt
Crushed stones, clay, old cobblestone pavement
Asphalt
Concrete pavement
Crushed stones, clay and grass
Clay and hay
Clay and grass
Clay, (construction) sand and hay
(Construction) sand with grass in the middle
Crushed stones
Asphalt
Asphalt (main road)
Old scarred asphalt
Asphalt and poured concrete
Crushed stones, concrete grass and, sometimes, hay
Grass and old cobblestone pavement
Tall grass, clay and few old cobblestone pavement
Asphalt
Narrow concrete slabs and –sometimes- grass
Asphalt
Concrete slabs (large ones) with grass, here and there
Rhythm O: the performance by Marina Abramovic in which she submits herself to the whims and fantasies of the audience who are allowed to prod and poke her, to write on her body, and even, in the end, to hold a gun to her: I take the rhythm of this encounter as a zero degree, a base line upon which body is met with body; fantasy is invited onto the identity of the one, before; a primary contact: face to face. Rhythm O as the temporal spacing of the Other: an O in front of the I. Zeros and Ones; the fundamental binary by which variation proceeds: that is, all Rhythm. On / Off. In and Out: to step up, and then down, out and around, all the faces of the crowd passing, as breaths against my body. that propel and complement the step, the rhythm-O by which I encounter the Other, and the Other invades the I.
Walking is like a mantra, getting close and learn anything it comes... like osmosis. Being on the move is almost a necessity in this world.. but we can lose concetration , focus ... repeating the same actions again and again is often a risk. Our steps want to be a relief, a search .. activating inner memory! ... Of ourselves, of others, of the world. The ways and the information workflow we created for our civilization is in overload,all the different layers of the reality are overlapping, the structure is complex ... going back to the speed of the heartbeat is almost imperative. Time expired for the Futurist manifesto and praise of modern machinery, new and old generations expect and deserve better ... human utopias ...
Les images que j'aurais fixes aujourd'hui:
Un alignement de décors de jardin en stuc. Tous sont cassés, troués, felés. La collection se termine par quelques morceaux d'un nain coloré.
Un trempolin place le long du grillage d'un jardin, juste au bord d'une nationale très fréquentée.
Le cadavre sêché d'un chat à poils longs sur le côté de la route. On voit les debris de sa dentition.
Une vache et son veau blanc. La vache porte la cicatrice verticale de sa césarienne;
"Free running" tagué sur un mur
Une boîte aux lettres au bout d'un chemin, dont steven nous apprend qu'il s'agit d'un Gr.
Une centaine de capsules de jupiler curieusement rassemblées sur un bas côté de la route
Une maison en rénovation dont les fenêtres du dessous ont des chassis neuf et tandis que celles du dessus sont murées.
Une grille en fer forgé dont l'élément central est un personage de Walt Disney (Donald Duck)
Un buis taillé en teddy bear.
Tom and Ann read from the Dutch translation of 'Bad Trips', edited by Redmond O'Hanlon. Tom built the bridge created by Masashi Echigo, for Arpia. It was a lucky coincidence that we bumped into Tom as we crossed the bridge.
Later on the walk, we happen across an artist's studio and decide to drop in - univited. Jean Pierre is gracious and generous enough to show us around his scuplture garden and donates a book to our library, De Molen Aan De Po.
Lynn also collects a donation - an Atlas - from a young girl.
Dee
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