I spent the weekend in Newness, feet in the river bed, brush in hand. I had not done anything like it for quite some time and I felt reconnected with what my art practice is about: being one with what surrounds me.
I made a short video of my "en plein air" studio. The weather was perfect, the water still and the wind blew just enough to help the ink dry.
Currently, I am interested to find how we can let go of our (illusion) of control on nature and find again this "link" that once bounded us to our natural surrounding. I found out that the word nature has been invented quite recently. At least recently enough from a human perspective. We have been on Earth for 200,000 years and it is about 2800 years ago 'only' that we came up with this concept. From then on, we have made a point to differentiate ourselves from the environment, that thing out there.
But what if we consider it the other way around? What if it is also inside us? Shaping us, making us who we are?
I am wondering how it used to feel to be one with the elements, how did people live in a natural world that was not only experienced physically but also spiritually?
As a 21st-century-post-modern-high-tech woman, I guess I will never be able to fully grasp what it once was like. That put aside, I had a great time painting in the bush, standing in the river, my toes deep in the coarse sand.
Have you ever tried?
If not, I highly recommend it, it is therapeutic and your feet skin will never get any smoother.