Year- 2026,
Material- Wood, cloths, dictionary, plastic ties, cutted glob, flower, plant and artist’s body
I felt so much to write, yet I find no shore to continue,
A sweltering breeze stirs within me!
An Unnerving warmth.
Can one ever feel the air blowing inside them?
Perhaps it’s possible.
Maybe it’s the result of staying awake all night long.
The time then was five fifty-five in the morning,
What date was it?
Ah, I’ve forgotten!
No, no, I can’t say I’ve forgotten…
Yet, I no longer wish to recall those moments of illusion,
Back then –
I had closed all pathways to connect with “I”!
Involuntarily,
I thought I could explain this unknown unidentified colossal to “I”,
Never did I imagine “I” could impose such strict governance!
This stern control left me inactive, sleepless and restless,
Suffering through the weight of my own command.
I longed for the warmth of breath to touch I’s shoulder,
I’s feet to be immersed in the depths of water,
While the moist sands slowly slipped away beneath I’s soles.
Then, I would whisper sweetly in I’s ear –
Hey I,
Invisible I,
Vanished I,
In this untimely confusion –
Hey illusion.n.n.n.n.n.n.n.n….
Look, a fish is gently nudging a flower petal away somewhere.
“I” would open eyes, feeling low, and will ask me,
How can one bring back the sands slipping beneath someone’s feet?
Then, I am NUMB,
For- I can only sense the moment,
In every feeling of each moment,
Then I can cry, which could create another moment.
Are we inhabiting a state of Numbness? Regardless of our locations, are we not all experiencing similar conditions? Or have we been positioned in such a way that we forget or fail to comprehend our present Numbness? Yet, here we are lamenting our situation in this white cube, expressing our shrink expression in this secured white cube and ready to reveal all our wounded emotions here. We are getting and giving claps within this safe elitist white cube!!!
Can’t we do more than this?!!! Maybe not!
Exhibition organaised by Art and Intervention concept class of Academy of fine arts Vienna. “We wanted to write a song”
