Some kind of entity has been making sculptures piling up pebbles and rocks recently... and it wasn't me!
It started gently, discreetly... but the day I came back from Scotland it was soooo full of them that I got overwhelmed, sad, angry, frustrated... it was too much for me, and I cried with passion,.
Every rock had rocks and pebbles balancing on top. I could not stand the human intervention piece in that stretch of river at that moment. It really stirred me. I felt somehow violated. And I started to undo most of them, specially the ones on rocks that I'm attached to somehow (because they are thresholds, because I like to sit in them...)... In the following days they kept appearing, and a dance of doing and undoing is present. Now the emotion has shifted, I've been present with what that act was telling me about myself, thinking about boundaries, compassion...It's become a playful experience that makes me laugh, specially when I take them down! 😅
Btw, I discovered that it is the neighbour...
Samuel Titěra
2023-10-04 15:32:02 +0000 UTCAngela
2023-10-03 14:57:38 +0000 UTCJulian Swindell ( IG - @cotswoldswimmer )
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