and so does the first water lily

And Where [Are You Going] / [Do You Go To] When You Go There?

Installation complete... rocks, threads, mountain horizons, pins, colour grids, text, and plenty of spaces for thought in between. Audio playing: recording from Lake Louise visit with conversation in passing with the red beret lady. 

 

 

  

 

  

Changing spaces

 

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...

Spaces of Thought: Where Do You Go To When You Go There?

Studio installation taking form:

Colour Grid 1000075

After a Clean Language practice session on skype, 

exploring the space of 'thinking by doing', for academic writing.
Re-inforcing and learning from the process by modelling the metaphor landscape as a colour grid (sequential when animated) ....

Before going to the studio and 'thinking by doing': re-listening and drawing, modelling and structuring a methodology for creative paper writing.

I made this colour grid at http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?q=51.172314,-115.557709 using http://twitter.com/gathererapp

Things I see here are:

Rhythm pattern and dimension

I notice:

Symmetries and interlocking structure, warp and woof

The colours in this grid are like:

Doing academia writing at my best

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.