Materiality and weightlessness, multi-vector movement, and suddenly a twisted, closed space.
The internal state of an internally displaced person… The permanent state of a temporary displacement…
When moving, a person displaces not only the weight of the body but the circumstances too.
This is another dimension of the path that absorbs, immerses, colours.
Experiences of distance, metaphorical, emotional, physical impasse seep through us.
Here, the colour becomes a component of progress amid abandonment, the void of disappearance.
The shell dissolves, rubs off, peels off, and the space is filled with a memory that has no limits, no borders, no time.
Six months of internal immobility taught me to do everything as before, but the feeling of standing still did not disappear. Yet the bicycle wheels move fast.
Embracing with a look or imagination, I am in motion. I stand still and curl all the way up.
It closes into a holistic infinite form, a holistic time segment, and we can see more clearly what is really there.
The spinning circles are a combination of beginning and end.
Time is compressed into suffering, suffering in which certain work takes place, a telling reality that is
beyond metaphor.
We carry our way, suddenly it carries us. We walk on it, and it enters us.
We leave our traces, and it leaves its imprint on us.