As time passes so too does it seem to speed up. With the intense experience of the passing of time and the impending assessment, self declaration and judgement, the level of introspection also seems to deepen. I am so in my own practise that I struggle to see out at times. I struggle to speak out at times. I become so in my own head, so present in my mental experience and thought that I lose touch with all around me. Friendships, family… general life I suppose. My practise becomes a safe haven where i can experience my thoughts; but the impending deadline perforates this experience with a sudden realisation that there is a world out there and that my practise is not just for me, but it is a communicative tool. A point of connection…. connection between my thoughts, connection between me and observer.
I realise that getting lost in my thoughts can become restrictive- as the thoughts become tangled knots that no longer make the same sense that they did when they first occurred in my mind. This is when physical action within my work becomes relevant- important in my practise. To do is to ground myself. To step out of my head and experience the sensory way of being. Thinking through action becomes an outward way of being; making use of introspective thoughts to connect outwardly. Why are thoughts and action separate? Can we not think through action? Isn’t this what we do as artists? Does the work become a extension of the mind and the body? A meeting point of the two?
