suspended

i can't seem to get my head around what time it is. this is most obvious when i {hand} write an entry in my journal. miswritten dates since the new year include: 12.04.2012, 12.05.2011, and 01.02.2010 {really!? 2010?!}. i am not sure exactly where my mind has been these past few weeks, but it certainly has not been keeping track of the linear progression of time.

i am on vacation time where i don't rush myself, take a long morning runs and then later enjoy the process of getting dressed, applying lotion, earrings, whatever else i feel like doing or drinking or eating to simply savor the time passing. and in a rare space of grace, not account for and qualify it, merely observe and interact with it.

or not. often times i just spend an evening completely ignoring time, eating another piece of freshly grilled meat, having that other glass of wine, turning down that curious alley way in some strange city's streets to find something unexpected, something beautiful or merely nothing at all.






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it has been a good few weeks so far and i owe you several posts, but in the meantime, here is a piece from the modern art museum in center pompidou, paris. it fits in quite nicely with this idea of being suspended in time.

things i love about this piece: 1. everyone stopped in wonder when they saw it. arrested, often for several minutes. 2. it filled me both with awe and delight walking both the realm of play and intellectual genius simultaneously. 3. i could get right up to it, feel the air blowing on my face, almost get brushed by the digital tape as it would dance about. 4. there was danger involved: those moments the two loops would almost slip beyond the grasp of the air. so close so many times, but always caught and returned. 5. the metaphor of interpersonal relationships that is implied in the image. the way the two are looped about each other permanently, but still have the places they are separate. the moments they are so tightly intertwined you think they will knot up, and then moments later, they are free and dancing separately again. just beautiful. 6. that the invisible becomes visible.





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zilvinas kempinas