lost in translation, lost in the mist
9.00 am Walk is a simple act.
12.00 am Walking is a privileged act of freedom. Getting lost. Slow down. Change perspective.
3.00 pm Walk is a means to access that allows us to look behind and beyond, and to experience the distances between things, people, memories.
4.01 pm Walk is an act of learning and being aware that turns into a social responsibility to make visible the invisible.
These are my 60 words to share the building of the Hayle Manifesto, which Phil Smith proposes us as an ending moment of the individual thinking action of a day, starting from a collective crawling. Crawling as a primitive common action for building a temporary community.
A day marked by steps, time, material, people, grounds, smells and sounds but without any view.
A blind walk due to a strong mist that doesn’t allow us to perceive the landscape around and to take possession of it, but a strong perception of being embedded in it, of trusting in the landscape without knowing it.
Walk without a view, without a geographical reference, allows us to imagine geography:
walk along the coastline, thinking of having Canada exactly at the end of the horizon;
zoom in the details of nature and of our trace in it: an intimate walk;
walk to cover spaces and recognize geographies.
We start to walk as a flock, to feel ourselves safer in the mist, then on the endless beach everybody starts to disperse searching for her/his own way and looking at her/his own trace left behind, as a dance, a celebration.
But there’s something else people gets from choosing to walk. A place to think. Getting lost in her/his own thoughts.
A sense of liberation towards the construction of a personal path in space-time continuity through unknown places, unseen landscapes, cultural and social boundaries, linguistic differences.
A walk creates space of possibility and uncontrolled feedback, but even walking in an endless, breath-taking, wonderful landscape, has still a social responsibility: the privilege of being there and the commitment of sharing the experience to create an individual imaginary.
And the question, left behind, is how to represent the experience, how to make a story out of the experience? How to bring it back to the conventional codes of art and narration?
Probably it is not possible, let’s go for a walk and let’s make our own story!
And finally the mist goes away and the horizon opens in front of our eyes…it is time to walk away….or “walk-on” as Dee Heddon repeats us insistently for 15 minutes!
“As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth,
so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind.
To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again.
To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of
thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.”
Walking (Henry David Thoreau)
traces, texture, objects