Writing from home, 2 days after rehearsal in the studio at collective space. Yesterday was Guru Purnima. We had a special event at the meditation centre with lots of meditation. Unfortunately I had to leave the event early… I’ve been sick.
I’ve been thinking more about morphing and shifting identity. Porous identity.
Porous identity – allowing memories to shift and create a vivid experience in the present, like sand flowing from one hand to to the other shifting constantly, pouring, pourous – not holding its, flowing, fleeting in the past, morphing to the future, never arriving. Who am I? Is there a need to know who I am as a separate identity? This identity that closes itself from the rest, from the walls of heavy materialism, the matter…
The obsession to create an identity to be understood, recognized, seen. Is this branding?
Is identity about being seen? About being remembered? Morphing identity confuses the expectation. Does a morphing identity erase the “I”?
Porous – permeable to outside influences
Aren’t we all and everything?
Here is what I practiced
Continue morphing through movement
Morphing through voicing