Loch Sike
Jan 6th-8th
2022
A walk
Walking with awareness along the road towards the loch, my gaze touches hedges, trees, plants and birds. A turn of my head and the place changes too.
Being with
Entering their space
Approaching otherness​
The path and not the path.
This is not the start of something new, it is already happening, we need only to enter in.
Instead of looking at - Being amongst
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The Ground - walking on the breathing earth
Breath with out in expiring all the time
Breathing with pines, was a long out breath.
An extended expiration.
Back to back/bark - breathing with/ together / against
Moving on an earth that's catching its breath
Circle breaths, breath cycles, breath circles, circled breath.
Being - with - from - to
Taking a position
I stand with trees amidst a stand of trees.
Being with: find a place and become part of it/of what you find there (another being).
Witness others
Disturbing spaces. Regeneratives
Disturbance is regenerative
​Feeling the bottom most layer from the top
Naming
Those who are there:
The Pond The Route The Pines The Moss
The Green The Lichen The Darkness The Ice
The Haze The Fallen Rusty Leaves
Ground coverage
Spiring trees
SLOW
Stillness.
Layers of movement making stillness. Layers of sound making silence.
Score: pick up something and carry it for a while
Holding a fallen pine branch, I could reach up to touch pine trees in the way that pine trees touch. How lively and springy is the quality of touching with pine.
When you are held and are holding and the bit in between.
Leaving imprints, changing imprints.
Weather showing time
Melting in me, from me, because of me
Moving with the creak of the forest.
Pine woods Fallen tree
Yield in Yield into contact - push - agency
The layers of the ground, being with many layers in many directions.
Below
Bird paths, bark paths, air paths, rain paths, water paths, being paths...
Journey into being
nourishing
co-inhabiting
entanglement with world
making work from a situation of residing
connecting places - defining the journey
Route - going out
Layers - going in
I made a bonnet from the fallen branches of Sitka Spruce. It was a sheltering place where I became sensitive to the slightest movement of air.
Wearing my bonnet, I could in turn offer shelter to saplings, plants and moss.
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