The Atelier Project II : The Grand Cross
Presented September 6, 2016 at Roulette Intermedium as part of the Resonant Bodies Festival 2016.
In astrology, a Grand Cross configuration occurs when four planets align at right angles, forming squares and oppositions. The lack of hierarchy in a Grand Cross is a source of extreme tension, causing an unstable moment of transition, indecisiveness, contradiction and lack of clarity.
We stand at the precipice of the abyss, the darkness of overwhelming interference. What is meant to be edifying serves only to muddy our understanding. In an abundance of knowledge, we are left only with incertitudes; flickering, straddling, mercurial, slipping away, the Truth evades. We find refuge and clarity internally: briefly, the body becomes the entire universe. The austere age of loneliness. Our most private spaces of retreat gradually nurture our desire and acceptance of the outside.
The outside contains Another. New perspectives, different words. Eager to communicate, we map language onto the coordinates of our private space. Introducing the possibility of a minor deviation. Out of the clouds of understanding we have gleaned from our bodies, droplets of meaning emerge as we define, encapsulate, narrow. And yet… are we understood? are we heard? are we understanding? are we hearing?
Suddenly we are faced with the devastating multitude of expressive possibilities. The task is to excavate Truth. Interference at every turn. Flailing. The holy thrust. The droplets appear now as puddles of information, their waters murky… Swirling around us is sense, logic, intuition, craft. White noise. An onslaught of ideas, difficult to harness, suffocates discourse.
The voice, alone, emerges from this moment of chaos to unlearn its language and open once again to simple - corporeal - experience. I want to look at things like a child…
We stand at the precipice of the abyss, the darkness of overwhelming interference. What is meant to be edifying serves only to muddy our understanding. In an abundance of knowledge, we are left only with incertitudes; flickering, straddling, mercurial, slipping away, the Truth evades. We find refuge and clarity internally: briefly, the body becomes the entire universe. The austere age of loneliness. Our most private spaces of retreat gradually nurture our desire and acceptance of the outside.
The outside contains Another. New perspectives, different words. Eager to communicate, we map language onto the coordinates of our private space. Introducing the possibility of a minor deviation. Out of the clouds of understanding we have gleaned from our bodies, droplets of meaning emerge as we define, encapsulate, narrow. And yet… are we understood? are we heard? are we understanding? are we hearing?
Suddenly we are faced with the devastating multitude of expressive possibilities. The task is to excavate Truth. Interference at every turn. Flailing. The holy thrust. The droplets appear now as puddles of information, their waters murky… Swirling around us is sense, logic, intuition, craft. White noise. An onslaught of ideas, difficult to harness, suffocates discourse.
The voice, alone, emerges from this moment of chaos to unlearn its language and open once again to simple - corporeal - experience. I want to look at things like a child…