Bumblebee’s Biography is elusive, does not seem to want to take a clear form.
It feels like such a non-issue, in the here & now.
An existence mostly (rather than a sequence of distinct events)… stretching over time, suspended in it, floating, flowing, continuous, undramatic… yet far from boring or irrelevant.
Infinite beginnings, countless repetitions, constant change. A history like a weaving… an expanse of time and space, laid out into all dimensions and merging from all directions. If there ever was a beginning, it lies beyond the horizon of my current senses.
What I do know, is that Bumblebee is age-old. As old as flowers, nearly as old as trees, possibly as old as the hum of Life. Been around a lot, seen so much and encountered so many! Absorbing and emitting all kinds of vibes along the way: collecting, connecting, cross-pollinating. Lingering…listening…loving.
Looping, looping, looping – towards endless possibilities!
Our ability to create depends on our ability to imagine. To go beyond what already is. Beyond what we usually call reality – the social constructions and ideas designed by ourselves, that give us a feeling of being safe. Beyond the things we can touch with our skin, see with our eyes,…
It was a very slow learning method and you had a certain mode that was affected by the staff members. Sisters Academy was a really wired experience, this abnormal universe that was created by two sisters who thought and believed in a more sensuous way of learning. There was music…