We think we know ourselves but all we know is a sequence of fixations in the spaces of our being.
In order to analyze ourselves we need to put our important memories on the plane of daydream.
Memory is a strange thing.
Memories are motionless.
The more securely they are fixed in space, the sounder they are.
Space - not time - is important.
The unconscious is housed in the space of its own happiness.
In order to analyze ourselves we need to put our important memories on the plane of daydream.
Memory is a strange thing.
Memories are motionless.
The more securely they are fixed in space, the sounder they are.
Space - not time - is important.
The unconscious is housed in the space of its own happiness.
Think of your intimate inner spaces as if a map.
Like a drawing that is not exact.
Psychic weight is dominant in this domain.
The real houses of memory are not able to be described, they are so intimate
(((Judy))) these well wrought words combined with your beautiful textures are the best soul food
ReplyDeleteThank you sweetheart. A new title is emerging that includes the words divine and earth. Xx
Deletelove how it ripples on and on and on
ReplyDeleteIt’s a large square, Els, and is the size of my home studio design wall. Nearly 80” . I put it aside for two months and brought it out again to finish. Xx
DeleteAnd I love the soft colours. And the word “repose” in the text. Is this one continuous quote Judy?
ReplyDeleteCamilla, no it is not one continuous quote. When I read a book, I take notes along the way by quoting exact words, but I leave out a lot. So this is abbreviated and in one place, paraphrased. I found it in a 2008 journal, and it seemed to resonate with the large empty yet full spaces within this new work. The Poetics of Space by Gaston Bachelard, a book I return to often. Xx
DeleteThanks. Will look for it. I’ve copied this text for further pondering.
DeleteVery beautiful written thoughts. Thank you for sharing
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