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Take some sand in your hands, feel it. Let it slip between your fingers, pick it up again. Let it run out of your hands again.
I am … I was here before you, … and will be here after you. I’m stone. I’m glass. I’m strong … but I’m also, unstable. I will crumble, and let all that stands on top of me slip away.
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Sand Between Our Fingers is a trip wherein I guide you through an existential world, zooming in and out of this world to reflect on our existence. Sand becomes our storyteller, our symbol. Each grain is a possibility, constantly reshaping itself.
During these (for now) twenty minutes, I ask you questions - open invitations you may answer, or reflect on silently, or not at all. I offer you instructions as sand passes through your hands. You can wander off or stick with my voice.
This trip happens individually, yet in a group. In this version, there is no interaction needed with others. We share a space, but we travel on our own.
Throughout this aspect of my research, I'm searching for ways to capture grand existential questions through holding space.
🍃How can emptiness hold form?
🍃How do origin stories shape our way of living?
🍃How do you reflect on your own presence - here on earth - outside all political, economical, and maybe even social, constructions of humanity?
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If your other fingers are not yet in the sand,
Let them too sink in it.
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Am I warm or cold to you?
I know both.
But where I came from, it is cold.
In the darkness out there, it is freezing.
A kind of blackness where nothing echoes.
It seems still, but something in it is breathing.
There’s a rhythm, almost undetectable, vibrating like waves, expanding.
The blackness always was.
From before … my time.
From before time, even.
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