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taking a square for a walk

On Monday October 12th we took a 4 x 4 meter square for a walk.*

It was made out of plastic yellow pipes constructed by Cameron at Lab Land. We then walked from KABK to the Zandmotor via the main shopping streets in the Hague. The journey took about 2.5 hours.  It was particularly interesting to pass the heavily peopled places, where many found a passing by oversized square highly amusing. We got a lot of surprised comments and some even jumped through our square. I particularly enjoyed observing the people’s faces; when upon seeing the huge square, a smile spread across their face. This little absurdity seemed to make their moment.

Sophia Bulgariova documented our journey.

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* The initial idea of bringing the square to the Zandmotor was part of a bigger plan. The plan was to construct a Sweat Lodge for Winter Solstice (December 21st). The square would then have been the base of our tent, so we wanted to bring it to see how many people we could fit. However, in the end that project was put aside, thank god, as it was too ambitious for the time being. In hindsight, I much more enjoyed this action of taking a square for a walk by itself and so now see it as a work on its own. Its magic for me is how the square interacted in the public, social built space of the outside and how people reacted to it. I also really like the feeling of carrying strange objects through public space. It takes you out of the mundane. And the dedication of amplifying the distance to the Zandmotor by walking it gives the action weight.

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making a circle

My initial idea was to tie myself to the Argus mast and run towards the Sea, but the rope I had was too short and the body of the mast too long for this to become a reality. I like the Romance of this thought however.

My solution was to fly. As it was EXTREMELY windy that day, I decided  to tie myself instead to a much smaller body on the Zandmotor beach, a square pole and lean on the wind for support, and try to hover.  The rope started to pull on my stomach which kind of hurt so I stopped this experiment, but in the process I found that I could actually make circles in the sand by using my body as compass as the wind pushed me in one direction to make rotations.

EUREKA!

I am obsessed with circles so this discovery excited me extremely!

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Idea:

to use body as compass to make circles in the sand. Geometry on human scale. Use different lengths of rope to make “uzori” as we say in Russian or special patterns.

Performance:

On Dec 7th during our presentations I performed this action. The feedback I got is that there is no tension and it is boring to look at someone making these. It would be much more interesting to not see the process of how they are made and just happen on them, as humanity did with Crop Circles. Hiding the process gives them more mystery.

OR

Do it obsessively for 24 hours to really see a difference. I like to perform and I like to do things obsessively so this is the option I think I would like to work with.

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trip two

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walk, discovery, bare foot, sensorial, sound of crushing shells,

exhilaration and anxiety of the sublime at the same time, where is my point of reference?

Had a stressful day. Body urged to just scream. but felt too shy. Just do it.

went for it. The first time was not good. too timid.

again, louder, more, let go. It came out stronger. For an instant felt a connection; a dilution of where the boundary of me ended and the outer space began, a reverberation of voice traveling into the horizon of the space, in front. Amazing!

still, wanted, a more intense connection to this place. Went for a swim, another fear conquered.

found strange woman’s face with fantastically real-looking eye lashes and tongue ripped out on the shore. eery. Thought of Tacita Dean.

some man’s disposable fantasy thrown overboard, now resurfacing with sea creatures building little shelters on the plastic surface of her degraded, faded face. Her element reclaimed, nature wins once again.

stepped on some largish healing rocks with perfect-for-scrubbing-your-dry-heels surfaces, felt good.

discovered that the large mast full of 24/7 surveillance is named after the mythological Greek giant with 100 eyes called Argus. Why this obsession to see and record everything?

And, how do I conquer the vastness of this space?

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