I do not know what wind is.
I guess I do not want to.
Some things are to be stored in the soul.
I know I love wind, letting it lie on me, as I find my weight within.
Umbrella catches the rain but not the wind. Only good shelter does that.
I do not know what wind is, not one idea to explain it.
I know how it is to get wind from all directions, to stumble through unsteady weight.
I know how it is to get a breeze on the cheek, to rest in its embrace.
I know how it is to feel nothing but wind, the memory of its absence.
I know how it is to feel anything but wind, the memory of its presence.
I know my body in wind and that is enough.
With weather comes the context, the thirst for life.
A storm is nothing but the life passing through it.
A performative sound/video installation made in collaboration with wind.
I researched how we can facilitate poetic measurements of the world and how they help us awaken the poetic self within. I chose to research this because I feel that there is more to our world than we give credit to. I studied poetic measurements and proposed some of my own. Through this research I found out that we can all study the world from a poetic sense of view, if we do it with a clear and serious intent. If we listen to the story of the world with great intent and with great care. If we share that story with each other we can attain a collective subjective view of the world.