In June/July this year Marina Abramovic brought her very unique self to Sydney for 12 days in her Kaldor Public Art Project No 30, Marina Abramovic: In Residence. As there were no cameras permitted, this photograph of Marina is from a document that accompanied the event. In fact, phones, watches, wallets and bags were locked away upon entry and participants were gloriously e-disconnected for the duration of their stay. This is where the 'dislocation' occurs - as per the title of this post.
The simple act of removing personal objects we not only depend on but instinctively and continuously monitor for information and communication, for protection against loss or theft, or simply for telling the time... the removal of these things from the equation frees up a surprising amount of conscious and subconscious space in your mind and relaxes muscles you didn't know were tense - once you let go of the thought of your precious little belongings resting safely in a locker.
What you do with this arable awareness is completely up to you.
Knowing that Marina tours the world and there’s a chance some elements will be comparable wherever you happen to be, I’m actually not going to give you any more details. Whatever you do, if you have the opportunity to go to one of her ….. worlds, don’t research it beforehand. Just go. Allow yourself to be surprised. I will say, though, that the Mutual Gaze part of the experience was the one that has stayed with me most vividly. Truly inspiring.
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Saturday, July 12, 2014
This Week's Photographs Brought To You By Blue
Whether it's the contrast
the destination
the above and below,
the contemplation of distant horizons
or the blue-black of night...
This week, Blue has been our constant companion.
Images and text copyright 2014 Sarah Lorien
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Curves and Inspiration
Each instrument, particularly unique or crafted-with-love instruments, inspire their own music when you pick them up and start to play.
It has always been a gauge for me to know if a union is 'meant to be' - the spontaneous sounds that present in those first minutes or hours between me and the creature in my hands.
In fact, there have been significant unplanned dollars spent when the calling is undeniable. Like the time I walked into the music store to buy guitar strings and walked out with those guitar strings, plus my beautiful nylon-string classical guitar... about two hours later. Two hours of drifting through melodies and resonances, oblivious to everyone else in the room.
Oh, I'd love to play the harp guitar seen in this photograph!
Might need someone to tune it up for me, though...
It has always been a gauge for me to know if a union is 'meant to be' - the spontaneous sounds that present in those first minutes or hours between me and the creature in my hands.
In fact, there have been significant unplanned dollars spent when the calling is undeniable. Like the time I walked into the music store to buy guitar strings and walked out with those guitar strings, plus my beautiful nylon-string classical guitar... about two hours later. Two hours of drifting through melodies and resonances, oblivious to everyone else in the room.
Oh, I'd love to play the harp guitar seen in this photograph!
Might need someone to tune it up for me, though...
HARP GUITAR - image with permission www.retronaut.com |
Sunday, May 5, 2013
Various Ishes of an Oil Hibiscus
Monday, March 11, 2013
Friday, January 18, 2013
Talk About The Weather
I talk about the weather when -
1. the weather is worth talking about
2. I have something else to say but it's really not the right moment
3. I have no idea what you are talking about
Today was deliciously HOT. Record-breaking HOT. Unfortunately I missed most of it, locked away in freezing cold air conditioning. But even at mid afternoon, when I finally made my escape, heat greeted me at the door, escorted me to my car, and promised there were still a few hours to enjoy.
This evening at dusk the wind picked up. In fact it picked up quite a lot of things and threw them about the place. Fast. At the beach, rows of speeding sand particles gave visible form to gusts of otherwise unseeable currents. Lovely, lovely, lovely. And literally breath-taking if you inhale the stuff so I don't recommend that.
In the sky, storm clouds gathered. And in the storm clouds, a porthole appeared. A vortex. A big, loud secret thing. A vibrant, glowing existential tease.
And then it was gone.
Copyright Sarah Lorien 18th January 2013
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Afternoon Sun On Early Spring Branches
It was a freezing afternoon in early Spring.
The last of the day to grasp at warm, mellow afternoon sun's rays
were these glowing branches.
They would be in full bloom by now.
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Image and text copyright 2012 Sarah Lorien
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