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Carving Space

Residency, June 2022 / Landscove Barn

the egg / the seed / the stone / the well 

the womb / cup / palm

the body / embodied / concave / enveloped 

the space / the inhabited / landscape / home / room / confines

interwoven as woven as part of the self / words / openings / offerings 

the line / reaching out / arm / unfinished / mark

Space is an expanse, the human element is to exist and inhabit a space, we ourselves must be in it. This is the seed, the egg, this is the root core of who we are, the unknown. The internal being of an individual, tangled and deep and messy - the core, deep emotional self. We as humans engage to give our internal space to another, beg them to unravel it, but it’s in doing this the space becomes vulnerable, our deepest intimacies we will never truly untangle. Learn to sit with this self, and hold it. 

Beyond that, we have the physical embodiment and the presence required to be within and in relationship with the space. We weave a narrative self that exists, curated, to engage with the external. This womb, protector, existing, a holder for our core self. The cup, the palm, the enclosing space that exists in situation with the Other. From this place, we can give to another, allowing another to sit side by side with our own seed.

The body. A self reaches out from this place, a woven narrative opens doors to connect, we embody and exist from this place. The semiotic landscape we exist within. Embodied, a concave that touches, and engaged with the outer. Two physical homes, engaging with one another. 

Then we have the cocooning, the holding, the physical space as it is. Whether this be wall, duvet, room, open expanse. It is limited, it has boundaries, but in this place, we exist. We have choice, exploration, experience, intimate movements with another in spaces, enclosed from the wider unknown, held and being within. This inhabitance is a constant conversation between the spaces, the influence of those boundaries, and visuals, and reflections constantly are in relationship with another. 

The boundary, the negative space, the existence surrounds all of this. Whether the horizon, exterior to our interior self, the seasonality of this unlimited expanse, always exists in reference. 

 

We are never enclosed, as we cannot then be transformed. We can hold ourselves but never with a closed door. A refuge, a womb, but always with a finished circle.

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