Video performance MEETING GROUNDS
Just as a spider makes its web, I too follow certain patterns,
(re)created from well-defined mental architectural structures.
I enter a dark tunnel and see small alcoves to the right containing
petrified sculptures: materialized residue of my memory. I walk
through the tunnel, at the end I can see a wider space with a pile of
sand in the middle of the floor. I’m holding a flashlight, interacting
with the sounds and reacting to the environment. The flashlight
becomes a tool. I am standing in the middle of the sand pile, it feels
soft under my feet and I close my eyes. By moving my feet up and
down in the sand and fanning the flashlight in front of my face,
patterns of light appear and my mind starts to empty. I’m listening
to the sounds and voices and feel them enter.
I try to remember and repeat the sentences aloud.
I open my eyes and the light patterns fade. I jump off the sand pile
and walk back towards the tunnel,
I walk out …
Carina Gosselé, January 2009
Just as a spider makes its web, I too follow certain patterns,
(re)created from well-defined mental architectural structures.
I enter a dark tunnel and see small alcoves to the right containing
petrified sculptures: materialized residue of my memory. I walk
through the tunnel, at the end I can see a wider space with a pile of
sand in the middle of the floor. I’m holding a flashlight, interacting
with the sounds and reacting to the environment. The flashlight
becomes a tool. I am standing in the middle of the sand pile, it feels
soft under my feet and I close my eyes. By moving my feet up and
down in the sand and fanning the flashlight in front of my face,
patterns of light appear and my mind starts to empty. I’m listening
to the sounds and voices and feel them enter.
I try to remember and repeat the sentences aloud.
I open my eyes and the light patterns fade. I jump off the sand pile
and walk back towards the tunnel,
I walk out …
Carina Gosselé, January 2009