ΜΙΑ ΑΣΚΗΣΗ ΦΥΣΙΚΗΣ ΑΛΥΤΗ . AN UNSOLVED PROBLEM IN PHYSICS EXERCISE
ΛEΞEIΣ-ΣYNΔEΣMOI: μια άσκηση φυσικής άλυτη
WORDS-LINKS: an unsolved problem in physics exercise
Λέξεις-σύνδεσμοι: όλες οι πινακίδες θα σημαίνουν κάτι άλλο
Words-links: every piece of signage will come to mean something else
Words-Links:“BLOSSOMING WITH PLEASURE FROM WITHIN
Inbox: Dimitra Ioannou/ “a glimpse of”, issue 11/ Call for participation.
I was dreaming that I was two-dimensional and trees where growing inside my house. Their roots and branches where sprouting to Animal body parts, mainly members of cat and fish… I was trying to cut them down but they were growing back over and over again. The next few days I quickly tried to draw the dream on a paper, feeling the urge to redeem myself.
Days go by. At the next “Closet” I listen to Dimitra read for Laila: “ I am hyper plane and I have defeated all my nightmares. […] I am jagging fish heads. “You must be kidding me…” I say to myself. Later on I share with her my visual draft. Perfect Identification.
A new tree for “a glimpse of” is growing now. Not so horrible anymore as the first one, but fertile and full of personal memories and references to issue 11.
My childhood’s favorite Woody woodpecker. Rabbit ears/Red rabbit roller-skate as well as my first Halloween costume.
Next post: “The day mom realized she gave birth to a rabbit she decided to train me as an Easter Bunny.”
Peacock and owl feathers. A butterfly. The previous desperate catheads now transform into a dynamic and powerful tiger. A rat-tail is there reminiscent of the costumes of Mickey and Mini mouse and my mother’s obsession in masquerading me like a rodent.Prehistoric sea monsters. A tropical bird tail. Some roots transform into waves, Hokusai and Hiroshige Andō waves: A tribute to the years of my collaboration with Christos D. The endless hours of debate, ethos and culture in our mellow routine. A hollow in the center of the tree resembles a woman’s vagina allowing the composition to blossom with pleasure from within.
Fugitive beings, perhaps unlinked, pieces of our collective unconscious. Just like the parts of a dandelion plant shortly before the wind blows them away.
No mind traffic.
Eventually this disturbed blossoming tree might not be so incoherent.
It has legs, arms, ears, eyes…
Three eyes, emphasizing on the middle-third eye / the pituitary / the subconscious.The genitals betray the nature of a woman’s body. A human body in Temporal Τransformation. On the upper part unfold the beauty, eroticism, sensitivities, intuition, naturalness, naivety, grace, and wisdom of females. In contrast, tension, dynamism and autonomy characteristics of male are evident on the base.
I go back in issue 11 and read: Last night I woke up from a beautiful sensual dream: a man who looked like a handsome woman who looked like a man. And just above: Nothing to explain, nothing to interpret.
Rolling Stones, Dandelion
* The Closet/Reading Series
Cross-legged on my mat I am waiting for Ann. Unlike the expected inner relaxation and balanced feelings of meditating, I am walking out rather troubled by my practice.
Ann is hungry. Ann oftentimes forgets her stomach. Ann barely exists.
Mind goes to Ana/Pro Ana, which like Mia are often referred to in International terminology as anorexia nervosa and bulimia, respectively.The need for a flawless image-identity is hidden behind a routine of self-punishment.
A toilet bowl representing, a mirror of a different life style.
A mouth ready to Talk, Kiss, Suck, anything rather than Puke-Purge all the unwanted of a Binge-Overconsumption.On a second level the bottom of the bowl devours the mouth. Right hand enters tickling the esophagus, starting the procedure of purging. Reversing the image it’s the left hand, supporting the forehead all through the process.
Reminiscent of the blessing hand of Jesus Christ in religious icons of the Greek Orthodox Church as well as the ritual hidden beneath the act of repetition.
A Vortex repeating and fading after each toilet flush.
Sometimes violent, aggressive, others redeeming, others merely procedural. Flushing down desires, dreams, values all precious-colorful nuggets of our inner world.
Parenthesis_My attention turns to the vortexes. The Fibonacci sequence of the Golden Rule is a famous spiral where, after research, a generalized separation occurs. Clockwise rotating Vortices are considered female, while the reversed are assumed as male.
However, a deeper study of the Fibonacci swirl proves that this distinction does not make any sense as many vortexes reverse their rotation after they arrive at their center point.
There is no beginning to an end, but there is a beginning and an end to beginning and a beginning again and again.
The end is the beginning is the end.
Is it bright where you are?
And have the people changed?
Does it make you happy,
you’re so strange.
And in your darkest hour,
My old secrets lay,
You can watch the world devoured in its pain,
(The Smashing Pumpkins, The end is the beginning is the end)
At the Vortex of Crisis.
All of us more or less hide Ann. Lost in the tornado of everyday routine and uncertainty.
Is this a vicious circle?
Maybe NOT. Like the wolf who circles around his prey, threatens and draws back, until his successful final attack…
For a happy end and a happy beginning and a happy beginning again and again.