In regards to unison, the construction of the self… in regards to fragmentation. In regards to being in the world without knowing anything at all, or thinking that you know it all, and to the way you conceive of yourself within it. In regards to nothing, the idea of no-thing. In regards… in regards…
These two pieces, Trick Saddle (2003–04) by Jenny Rogers and Dunking (2003) by Jen DeNike, have caught my eye these past few days. I watched and rewatched them, and I smile, and I wonder, and I look in awe, and I want to be part of it, and I love that I am not part of it. And I sit and I sit, and I think, and I am in awe again.
In regards to all the ideas that float, crash, and splash through my head, I come to the thought that these two pieces are a beautiful example of how we become unisons while remaining fragmented; to be one thing is not to cease being another.
And maybe, just maybe, I’ll write something in regards, in regards, to the materiality of the body moving through water and the construction of meaning.
he muerto y revivido mil y una veces estos meses y la constante incesante que me lleva a seguir valorando el porque de la vida misma es kounellis recordándome que ayer es algo perdido y que mañana volveré
I lied again, I am not allowing myself to show the pic with the Bunsen burner but imagine a cute younger me with a big smile and some sparks flying around, that is wearing my school uniform which was a black blazer with red details.
Anyway, this text is obviously not a serious academic one as I’m used to showing but more of a flowing incessant thought.
love mondays love my period xxx
