The Tableau

Dear friend, I shall try and describe my world for you. I am sorry I am so slow to show myself. But it continues to be a vulnerable practice.

As I understand the tableau, it is a world surrounding the poetic self.
Situating yourself there, is materializing in a context.
It is finding reason to exist, backwardsly since we firstly arise out of our surroundings and circumstances. This is backwards math.

But I found reasons
I found an example of a world that I fit in – a tableau that I can set up temporarily within the constrictions of a lightweight travelling style.

It starts
with a completely black piece of fabric
Might be thick to also function as a cover for nights and long transportations
Might be thin and light to also function as a means of cover or shade.

The cloth could also work as an extension of the tableau, by which I mean walls, ceiling
making a complete dome
– preferably making it into a small tent (broad stripes, black and white), or an open umbrella, a cloth covering it.

But a black piece of fabric, spread on the ground.
This resembles to me the display of a street artist or a homeless person.
The overall surroundings have been thought of as a city or a town, hard ground.

The black cloth is my world.
Black monochrome surface creates a calm like that of a canvas. Holding objects.

Space is generous. Space is a manifestation of openness
allowing objects and beings to exist.
Space is allowing us
to be.

I sit on the blanket.
The Object sits on the blanket.

Today The Object is wearing black and white, a top hat, silk shirt, velvet pants, long blazer to the knees, gloves, no jewelleries, no makeup.

Around it, stones (today, death pieces), that It has collected nearby.
Different interpretations of round, these stones are, lining the black cloth
framing The Object in the middle.

To one side there might be a big leafless branch erect as a tree.
But that is extra.

On this rectangular square
among stones
stuff might happen

[it depends on urgencies of heart rate
that day
whether you will be looking into a face or a flat surface
that day]

[The cloth folded, a space, is aimed to be constant].

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