Anima
It is a tale about things we do not see but feel - Anima*.
I ask questions and give no answer. I let myself not know.
Spirits (Anima) based on myths, religion, tales and legends live among us. From a world that rose from itself and the one we are part of.
They exist without us and our presence makes them quiver. That is why, when everything stops, observing it - Anima, everything stops for a split second.
I seek the confrontation of a person and Anima.
Anima is only a reflection of ideas and thoughts, which I set into a constantly changing medium - water. Water becomes a medium to pass on what is sacred and intangible, something when touched disintegrates and starts to ripple.
“To talk little is natural” is said in Laozi
J. Lacan states, that no one will ever experience us.
That is why I invite you to listen and experience, rather than name this tale. To raise the question together: what is the relation between contingency and me.
This is a piece exploring states which become very personal to us while looking for the relation with contingency, letting ourselves to feel it.
The human believes in something and is looking for “it’s” reflections.
What will you find?
