Spontaneous rituals emerge, they insist I slow down and recognise where I am, what is happening - to sense - to attune. They arise from the body, there is an instinct, a movement - as though the place beckons me to enter and my body responds, it hears the call. There is a surrender, I let go of the well thought through plans, the pressures of time and of having to 'get things done' - the misplaced devotion to the 'to do list'. This isn't a 'to do'. Rituals are non-linear, they puncture time, they are timeless. And what I mean by this, is that I feel closer to a sense of deep ancestral time, or a pocket of no time. The dance is a happening, an ongoing encounter with 'otherness', an enactment of becoming-together-with. There is nothing to make sense of. An attuned state that gives and receives, all is exactly as it is, the waterfall, rock, plant, bird - Ludo and I - simply being ourselves and because of this everything is given and received simultaneously. Difference is somehow celebrated - in the meeting and becoming we can feel our difference and enjoy it as a relational reality. I filmed this spontaneous ritual with my iPhone - I am not posting the footage. There is often a pulse in my work between public and private space, and what is made accessible. This was a private happening and yet there is recorded evidence of it's happening. I question audience and gaze - and whether a ritual should be captured by technology. There is a pressure to 'have something to show' - that proves something HAPPENED. Like I am making or I am doing or I am worthy because I'm producing SOMETHING that can be SEEN by other HUMANS. What happens if there is no audience - just one event - shared? These rituals help me to connect to a wider deeper sense of matter, of consciousness, of belonging, of community and to the unknown, the unfathomenable. The indeterminate reality of phenomenal existence. Not as a problem to be solved and encapsulated. More as an act of devotion. This is it, right here and now - and yet here and there, now and then seem to be one and the same. Polarities exist peacefully - needing the other to sustain itself. These rituals are friendly, approaching but never arriving, there is no demand - expectation - just an allowing of what is to be exactly as it is. A humble attempt to decentralise my position. The grip of self-importance and all the thoughts that think they know what is going on, the presumptions and arrogance of that perspective. That grips. That centralises and separates and organises and controls.
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