Memorial Mapping - For Olivier Ruellet

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Site space city system social sounds sights city same nonsense no sense sense senses sensing....
Was it Paris - London - New York? New York - Paris - London? London - New York - Paris?
There is magic in a city, creeping beneath the concrete pavements, behind metal and glass towers, running through rusted pipes and telephone wire.
We don't always see this current, that actually keeps us going. We go for surfaces.
Surface heat, surface texture, surface tension.
But then there's a viewpoint, a point of view, an opinion, an imagination.
A moment in time when we allow ourselves an expanded outlook and lift our eyes from our assumed roles, present positions, sought after goals, endless tasks and matters of consequence.
A moment when we remember this life we're living is the most engaging piece of theatre of all time, but we put it on pause.
And when we pause that streaming film of information our eyes glaze over, finally resting for one moment on the invisible.
The visible invisible.
The tangible intangible.
Sometimes we're lucky enough to stop the thundering of our critical egos marching in our heads and listen.
And we listen...
Listen...
That sounds....
Those sounds....
This moment when we become present, when we communicate in 140 characters or more. Some of which are inferred some of which are silent.
When the buzzing background of late night drinks and early morning alarm clocks is like a distant dream and we find ourselves floating in a sea of nothing.
And you were there.
And I was there.
But I didn't know it, I don't remember it, I just know I was.
I know because now you are still there and I am still here, we are still here and we know you are there, but we don't know where there is because we barely know where here is.
We're barely here at all.
And back to the present.
To this moment - To this city, this neighbourhood, this park, this construction.
And here we are, we know we're here but are you here?
Can you hear?
Hey, can you hear me?
...
I swim through the streets of New York, I swim through the streets of London, I swim through the streets of Paris and in this underwater world I breathe the air we breathed together.
And I see the city, the hard city gone soft, its shell cracked, its magic seeping through.
I take a moment....
Breathless...
Floating...
Watching...
Eyes wide wondering: if we just hang on to that magic we'll be able to see like this forever.
Eyes wide, forever.

Triangulated City: Beirut - Show Images

Site A: Zoukak (alleyway)

Site B: Central Parking, B7 (-7 underground)

Site C: Luna Park

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Beirut Blog and pics

Check out Muzna' Stories at her blog http://hakaya.blogspot.com/

"Hakaya, is the Arabic word for narrated stories. This blog was created during the Israeli assault on Lebanon in July-August 2006, as my space to choose how to live and narrate stories that it forced unto our life. The arms might have stopped firing, but the Hakaya continue."

Also a random assortment of city images... Click for my Flickr Site

One in 8 Million

This is a biographical series from the New York Times about everyday people in the Big Apple. Its absolutely poetic and reinforces the notion that the true makers of culture and society are the unsung heroes that join us in the machine.
1-in-8-Million

Ordinary Man Slideshow

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Schloss Lüntenbeck Performance

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This performance was truly an amazing experience. 

Alexa and I met Annette Schulze-Lohof in Hallein, Austria during a Fluxus workshop with Geoffrey Hendricks. Her performance actions are absolutely poetic and simple. She recently sat in a local square in Germany with 30 newly hatched chicks, picking them up gently one at a time until they fell asleep in her warm hands. Then placed them down and repeated the mesmerising process with another. 

There were many facets to this piece, Annette with her fish, Alexa with her wine, and me with the earth. We each went about our performance actions for a period of an hour, constructing this 20 metre table, upon which our various elements would cross, mix and through their interrelating, develop all new meanings and connotations.