我和Brooklyn在天台上放我之前做的风筝。站在现在的天台上,和我Navigator的那个项目完全不一样,是两个时空,但这一次我们又在上面放风筝,虽然作业还没写,曾经的那个空间像是透明度的图层那样也一起被带来。
风筝巧合地卡在了球网上,站在照片中的位置,选择不看后背,只在风筝笼罩中,没有觉得狭窄,反而觉得变得非常开阔,在我之前创造的空间里。
Brooklyn对烟比较在意,我有过一段时间也是。那会儿对烟的记忆就是在老家几代同堂的大方正空间里,男人女人小孩在一起,那是男人气息浓烈的空间,他们的二手烟的烟雾布满整个屋子,因为天冷门窗是关闭的,就在炭火光中看见灰白的烟雾在飘。他们在高谈阔论,我小一点的时候总是用手全程捂住口鼻,我爸会觉得不安羞愧,对其他的亲戚,“你这个小孩”一般口气的调侃。我曾经是讨厌极了吸烟的人的,它把总是唤起那个粗鲁的大男人空间,就像烟雾一样。
中间空心的烟有趣极了,我看到它脑子自然就看见里面弥漫着灰白的烟雾,感觉呼吸到了一样,也感觉到压抑。这种把一个东西清空,只留下壳,好像会对它所带的空间更加敏感。
蓝
这样的蓝,开阔,对我来说和inter-spacing有极大的相关性
倒不出
这种粘黏感,“suspense”,张力,让我觉得很不舒服,因为下不来,也觉得火花一闪,一个滞空状态发生了。
刚好也读到接触即兴舞者Nancy Stack Smith的间隙理论(the gap),
“Being in a gap is like being in a fall before you touch bottom. You’re suspended- in times as well as space- and you don’t really know how long it’ll take to get ‘back’.”
“where you are when you don’t know where you are is one of the most precious spots offered by improvisation. It is a space from which more directions are possible than anywhere eles.”
Inter-spacing Portraiture
We know there is a place
You could not stand on it
You could not even see it
On the distant shore
Across a deep or thick mist
There
Be there
You could call it an inter-spacing
Where means not having a visit of vision and not satisfying on where you have stood
A suspicion for this You
What could be different
What could be changed
Nostalgia swallowed
What could
Be You