I am not sure whether it is migration, nomadism or a hunger for an ‘other’ experience…it continues. I have nothing apart from this to report, nothing to inform about, no performances on the horizon, no new photos to show. Just a few lines to say that I am in motion and that is my practice at the moment.
An artist, Ko Murobushi, a fellow wanderer, who I’ve been talking to a great deal recently and whose words will soon be published, has been feeding my thoughts ( inhabiting my dreams) with the texts he writes, the ideas he pursues and the life he lives.
One topic he returns to again and again is ‘LOVE’. Not the emotions, the romance but within the moment of ‘falling in love’, is the possibility of entering another dimension of time. Aeon time as opposed to Chronos time. I call it ‘the moment’: through it a ‘bubble of time’ emerges, time that is not the time of our day to day activities, the time of daily life, but the time of infinity.
Another word that came up in our conversations was ‘alone-ness’, though I think he meant ‘solitude’, the word ‘alone-ness’ has a different vibration: it conjures ‘loneliness’ too. The wanderer is alone, and fully acknowledges this state which is the weight of what is transported from place to place.
Through ‘alone-ness’ the link of LOVE to TIME becomes evident: we are born alone and die alone, ‘alone-ness’ is the natural state. The time of daily life is one that is developed through the ‘social’ aspect of our interactions: we need to relate to each other in a common measure of time, and also limit these relations through this measure.
Love, however, is an invitation to step outside of this measure of time: to change, to transform, to perceive in an unexpected way. Without love, a relationship is only about measuring time, passing time, to try to distract oneself from this ultimate ‘alone-ness’, this ‘vital solitude’, so it is simply populating the schedule of our days.
Love outside of all the films and flowers and expectations is really just about how we relate to others within concepts of time: the measured one or the infinite. Without love, there is only counting of minutes and hours and days. To dance, you have to wander or even fall into the time of love.