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life? series of REsponse / chain REaction

death? no REsponse (something offered in REturn) / no REaction (done again)

*workshop w/ Cilia Erens

not sounding bodies, but listening bodies

we became all ears and hearing our beings

turning transparent to the surroundings 

one with the world

where the inner and outer became non-distinguishable

*workshop w/ Celia Erens

to record silence, what does it mean? 

I lied down onto the cold cement, 

feeling my body with the body of the building,

slowly merged my vibrations with that of the space

I rose. steady and slow. 

solids have crystallised structure that is malleable in its fundamental state,

by the conn.tact of the organic self and the glass, can bring out its frozen voice

moving through time x space, 

small particles that comprise us

floating endlessly, infinitely through 

the vast void we expanded 

I want to live inside this world,

pure light x sound...which dimension ?

in the world of light x sound, 

we would be able to transcend our physical bodies...when?

objects are speaking 

our physical bodies linked with this unseen network which is quite physical I’ve learned, we all seem to have forgotten that fact...privacy is not here or there

waves of sound...wind...

creating ripples....

if your resonance reaches the other, can you shorten the physical distance? 

nice to imagine the sound of this picture without spoken words...

For the part of my residency at “Kultuuriseltsi Koit ajalootuba” in Viljandi, Estonia, I decided to take a vos (vow of silence) to experiment the concept of silence with the experience of being silent. 

I have noticed increased sensitivity to sound (much more than before where I feel my body vibrating to the most subtle sounds) and being more observant with a feeling of being a bit transparent (like a clear goo in the environment). My silent presence actually has a bit of a mirroring effect and makes the other person also silent. I wrote my responses and they are reading. In result, I am talking to them but they are actually hearing themselves with my words which I found quite an intriguing point to take note of: my words in the color of their voices.

With this prepared state of being, I have recorded several silences in the flat I am staying in which has almost no sounds other than the fridge and some other whispers of electrical machines.

“First, everything becomes dark in a blindingly bright way, and you feel a smooth stripping away of your inhibitions and a washing away of your power to do anything about it. You start to lose your ego, which is intricately related to the spiriting away of your pride. And then you lose your self-referential memories. You’re losing you, but you don’t seem to care. There’s only a little bit of you remaining now, the core of you: naked consciousness, bare as a baby. And since you always lived inside your own head, you were much better at seeing the truth about others than you ever were at seeing yourself. So you navigated your life with the help of others who held up mirrors for you. In this way, much of your existence took place in the eyes, ears, and fingertips of others. And now that you’ve left the Earth, you are stored in scattered heads around the globe. The scattered bits of you are collected, pooled and unified. The mirrors are held up in front of you. Without the benefit of filtration, you see yourself clearly for the first time. And that is what finally kills you.”

- excerpt from Mirrors, Sum, David Eagleman

Listening by Jean-Luc Nancy