PART iii.

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part iii.

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This week, we exchanged scores, introducing one another to the ‘air’ in our respective positions—how it feels, what it fuels, the beings we breathe with, those we suppress…whether aware or not. Here is an excerpt of Kar-men’s video score for Sam and Sam’s written poetic score for Kar-men.

Kar-men’s score for Sam:

Sam’s
score for Kar-men:

Spherical object pocketed.

Document of “wind, or lack thereof”.

Pause: for a moment, (prior to departure).

                          Inhale for 10 seconds. Exhale for 2 seconds. Repeat.

 

Commence!

 

                                                     Take an immediate left. Look up.

                                                     Are you: sheltered; exposed; amidst the two?  

 

Count to 180 seconds whilst drifting aimlessly.

                          

Take the next right. Cross the road.

        

Dream up a magnetic force,

                          evident between your dangling fingertips

                                                    and the ground immediately below.

 

Find a resting place. Look to your toes.

Pick up a spherical object. Pocket it.

 

Stand up.            

 

SSTTTRRRRETTTTCCCHH

 

                          Saunter, as though the physical tension and exertion

                                                    imbedded within the self

                                                    is non-existent.

 

Make your way home.

Document the wind, or lack thereof.

 

                                                    Crawl into your covers. Assume foetal position.

                                                    Tense. Release.

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Samantha Taylor:

The collection of photomontages respond to parallelism—evident amongst one another’s tangible terranes. Through applying a lo-fi ‘lens’ synonymous with screen-shotting, I merged the physicality and materiality of each respective landscape.

kar-men cheng:

Looking at Sam’s response to my score, I discovered that this exercise led to several synchronous meetings in our paths...The big cans to burn paper for ancestors led Sam to a flurry of red ash-like petals. An espying of a squirrel scrambling up a tree paired with a recording of my furious typing on a keyboard brought her to a tree that looked like a ripped-apart book.

Is this evidence of synchronicity or a case of two people extracting meaningful images in the random? This question provokes us to think about the psychological and phenomenological process of intimate connection; how do we tether ourselves to one another, what are the subconscious ways we try to live in each other’s world?