A Sense of Time He appeared suddenly, although he must have been there before. I kept walking, figuring I was too lost in thought to have noticed his approach. Walking towards me he smiled kindly, it seemed as though he would pass out of my life as quickly as he had entered it. But he stopped. Just as we were about to pass on the sidewalk he paused and asked, “Would you like a gift?”. “No thank you” I replied, wary of this odd statement from a stranger. “Don’t you want to know what it is?" Seeing as the man appeared to be at least seventy I allowed my curiosity to reign over the faint possibility of danger. “Well I suppose I do!” I answered. He paused and smiled. “It’s another sense. Like seeing or hearing, you know a sense” he added noticing my puzzled expression. In an attempt to humor this man who was clearly delusional I inquired “What do you sense?”. His eyes came alight with youth and energy as he responded, “time”. My mouth parted slightly in surprise at loss for words. “Everyone can see time” I said tapping on my wristwatch that was proving my point by ticking away. “No, no, my dear, you are seeing the consequences of time. The setting sun, a ticking clock, wrinkles that form, you see the single moment in which they are happening not time itself.” Now my interest in this surprising old man was growing. “What is it like then, your sense of time?” He looked away as if at some unseen view. “It’s like one long line from the moment you began to the very end, it stretches on and will never bend.” Then suddenly I saw it and knew there was no turning back. I would say yes to the gift, I supposed I already had. For this was a memory, I have no idea how. Both the present and past are in front of me now. I still remember the twinkle, I can see it in his eye, of things yet to happen and things gone by. I now see time like seeing blue, smelling a rose, or the feeling of you. I will not tell you what happens in the end. It is the mystery and the unknown that makes time seem long. Enjoy the uncertain, the wandering days, they are a gift for which no one prays. Inspiration There is a scene in the movie "The Giver" which mimics a feeling and sends a similar message to the one I am hoping to provoke. The premies of the book and the movie is of a society where memories and history have been erased and even emotions are limited. The protagonists are fighting to return these memories. Here is the youtube link to the clip... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uYrVQ1BwRT0 Another source of inspiration is a Ted Talk which shares research on the impact certain positions and postures can make. Posture as well as the phycological impact of being able to visualize on success and performance plays a role in the new piece I am working on involving a mirror. I hope there will be a phycological effect at play within the work.The talk is below. https://www.ted.com/talks/amy_cuddy_your_body_language_shapes_who_you_are?utm_campaign=tedspread--a&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=tedcomshare My final source of inspiration is Kumi Yamashita's work. This work is incredibly inventive and exciting in it's use of materials (or lack there of). The absence of material and use of shadows is not only ascetic but plays a strong role in the conceptual meaning of the work. Work in Progress...
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