Shell fits Mouth

Whilst making collages i usually put on a cd. Recently it has
been Madonna’s ray of light album. One song i particularly like is ‘sky fits
heaven’ because of the use of the word ‘fits’ throughout; an embracing sort of
fitting. A nest. This ‘fits’ has become a tying point between recent
associations. Or what i call a clenching moment, a knot, or maybe even a
photograph?
From a conversation on hags i was lead to hands and their
expressive and tactile dimension. Especially the significance of hands when
traversing the psycho-geography, of entering and exiting, from one distinction
to the next. The hand in Susperia comes to mind as it turns the blue Iris, a
secret passageway. Mundra’s i know nothing about and dare not come to know as
right now i would like the joy of -‘making sense of’- myself.

Last night a friend had organized a ‘free association group
meeting’ in which I attended, my body somewhat alerted through the hag's fingers. This attention to body and
room and not just language as instructional information took the trail of associations in more
divergent directions, or more incarnate. Instead of absent mindedly using
gesture in order to follow language and affirm the already-said, the gestures
began to be used in order to work out, it seems, the corporeal tangibility of
the said language, figuring it out as we collectively followed ourselves, each other,
in following ‘it’. ‘It’...redirecting it with our expressive bodies, testing our
limits to possibly traverse them. At moments it was almost like our fingers
were a series of keys that if moved a certain way we could move to the next
‘space’ whilst simultaneously creating it. It felt like less of us was lost in translation,
that is a larger portion of our bodies allowed presence and subsequently an
attention to the atmospheric (which for me is akin to the poetic as experienced
via successful dérive’s and so on).Though we did not leave the room at one point it was full of water!

Prior to the meeting i had impulsively detoured into a
photobooth to take a photo of my t-shirt as my hands interacted with its
symbols. Though i now wonder if the photos would be better described as symbols
or gestures. both, more than. Whatever it is, it feels like a language in
gestation. Mirroring seems to be a very current feature. The spectacle of
replication in this mimesis is exceeded by a very active curiosity. No sense of
alienation in the image, maybe just a wish that is perennially granted.
to be continued…

from grid...

                        

to becoming starfish... 

relevant fragment found from 2015