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, taste with our tongue.
We have a strong power inside of us. To sense on the inside.
How deep can we immerse into visualising something in our hands? Bit by bit adding sensory details to the image. What does it smell? What is its temperature? How does it feel towards the skin? What does it sound like to tap it with your fingernail?
Can we collectively synchronise the experience of a cat in the room? Being in a forest? Being the cat in the forest? Being in another place in the room?
Something has certainly begun. Personal depths of old and a curious imagination for the unshaped, moves in me like guests at a polite party. The sound of the clothes flapping silently in the room, the flickering of lights and the noise – and something is here, presenting itself to me.…
So many layers of reality co-exist in this world We have met, even if we haven’t been able to touch each other bodies. We have been whispering and screaming at each other ears, even without feeling the warmth of our breath. We have had taken a look into a secret…