Black March Berlin

Black March Berlin 2014

Kazimir Malevich at Tate, preparing a walk and thinking about darkness and horizons

“The contemporary is he who firmly holds his gaze on his own time so as to perceive not its light but rather its darkness.” Giorgio Agamben, ‘What is the Contemporary’

The Malevich retrospective just ended at Tate Modern. I managed to get it just in time, just off the plane from Tokyo, passing through London on my way to the next Black Walk and the first one of 2014, Black March Berlin.

I was thrown back to where it began. A circularity of sorts that took me to Japan, where I indirectly felt the influence of Malevich’s ‘Black Square’ on Tomoyoshi Murayama’s MAVO movement in 1920s Japan. Murayama had been inspired by his experience of the avant-garde movement whilst in Berlin for a one-year stay and brought the movement home to Japan as MAVO. The MAVO movement’s own performance art and dance happenings preceded Butoh in the Japanese modern dance scene and probably create a further line of spiraling circularity in terms of influences: Malevich, Murayama, Hijikata… read article >>

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The love life of the wanderer

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.