I enjoy spending time by large bodies of water. Infinite and reflective spaces with no structure or land in sight are great stages to watch the drama of Earth's atmosphere. Where the sun and the moon are able to really show off what they can do and the images in your mind can stretch out and blend with the absolute. An afterimage is an occurrence that happens when the eyes photoreceptors are overstimulated, essentially burning an image into your vision that lingers after the source has moved on. An exposure taken with the eye, hangs then rolls back into the darkness. I often think about the eye as a camera and I wonder how much it can retain. If it’s possible to consciously remember and catalog seeing. Staring out at the water I try to follow as images roll into my senses and mingle with the thoughts and emotions I’m carrying, becoming distorted as they reverberate further away from the moment. This happens again and again and again, until I’ve had enough of the game and give in to the mess of thoughts and emotions. I was listening to David’s song and thinking about him standing out by the ocean, receiving and communing through the eyes, making time to not force things. I thought about how much practice it must take not getting in the way of your own experience and I let the words and images bounce around and distort until they settled into the infinite.
When I stare up into the night sky I’m often aware of a cognitive dissonance between my emotional and logical experiences. I’m aware that time is a matter of perception. In the same way a giant rock face travels at a pace outside of our sensory abilities but displays all the signs of organic life, the universe bears the unmistakable quality of living. I want to speed up spacetime using the same tricks I have as an animator and see how the universe really moves. I imagine the the code of its natural energies is hidden somewhere between mathematics and psychic openness. Telescoping doorways or fractal carousels could propel us fluidly, compressing vast distances within a single step. Conveyor belts of light carrying our civilizations archives from one glimmering mineral to another. Perhaps we could evolve to see beyond our current limitations. Within our newly tuned senses the matter of the universe might appear as varied as the flora and fauna of the forests of earth. Space could be a fun place to explore. Something to sit with on these first trips out of our world.