On being veeeeery slooowwww
On being veeeeery slooowwww
You now this feeling when you are in some stranger's apartment with six artists that you've met an hour before and you do an exercise where you walk slowly all over the place and pronounce your name out loud aaand do it veeeery sloooowwlyy?
Neither did I knew that feeling before a week ago. It was spontaneous, the decision made overnight - 48 hours with strangers in an apartment and then a performance/an exhibition for strangers to discover what happened there.
I realized some important things:
- There was a huge amount of noise in my head
- I haven't been present for quite a while and couldn't see/feel/hear what's in front of me
- I thought that doing something that I don't like regularly will make me better, more cool/adult/tough, but it made me into a sad, anxious, cynical person instead
- I haven't been paying attention to my body at all even though I go to the gym three times a week. So there is no direct link between going to the gym and taking care of your body.
- Slow doesn't mean bad or ineffective or dumb. Slow means paying attention. If your attention is bought by Instagram, Facebook, X etc. there's little attention left for small beautiful flowers at the entrance or for the bright red and violet colors of the sunsets in May