The space of thought as I swim

Some great footage from the first hero experiments... clearer video and audio than imagined, some of which really point  to the space I was aiming for, and more experimental, abstract stills.

I have to find a better way of fixing the camera at nose/mouth level; Dick Hebdige's brilliant talk on the California Pool (to accompany a forthcoming photographic exhibition of 50's pools) was still close to the surface...

Lake Louise II : Sketchbook Dreams

Recording the audio. 30 minutes, I stay totally still,
foot on floor, heel on the ground.




My arms wrap around the wooden back of the bench. And I am still.
Outside & in.
Only the occasional gentle turning of my head.







So what space is that?
One where thought comes only through intention to act,
interaction with others in a world passing by.

Just listen to the wisdom of the rocks & the hills
Movement of clouds
Patterns in snow ledges
waiting to dance as avalanches crashing down the deathslide of the rockface
to the helta skelta glacier below.

It's all here, everything you could ever truly need to know is here,
written in the wind, painted in the clouds,
singing in the
voice of the mountain
[peuiyah kah meunii]
and dancing in the trees

Meditation

in the mountains, a yogic practice with the breath (familiar, favourite, welcome, refreshed).

I experience turning through time.

Who are you today, (name)? I would love to love the you you are today.

The end of my book, and a mantra for a wonderful life.

I feel the face of the mountain, a magical creature of rock, fur, whiskers, twitching nose, that is mirrored in the soaring of birds.

I remember the creature I felt emerging a few days ago, I don't think I documented it here (or anywhere concrete as yet) (is a blog concrete?) The tapping of a shell, egg, opening, breaking through, (that's right, it was Tuesday after the morning swim and somehow somewhere between then, the geology walk and the studio...[an imagining, a whisper in the wind - sings the creature of the Dales.. (sshhhh!!!)]
Yes, arriving here in the rocky mountains at banff is like breaking out of the shell and membrane of an egg and emerging.. (to my surprise!) as a tiny dinosaur-type-thing!! A baby mountain dinosaur, newly hatched. As if!

There are different creatures that live and emerge in this place. I feel the weight and importance of the places I've visited these past few months, of Ancient greece.