In an empty space any presence is remarkable.
An empty box
Or a light, an unexpected light
Or really any form at all
In the empty space, it’s a focus for the eye
And the eye will watch it to see if it does anything
For quite a while
And even when the eye stops watching
It’ll still check it out every now and again
Because the eye is the secret agent of the HEART/SOUL/BRAIN
If there’s a puzzle to be solved
It has to go through the eye (in the sighted of course; it has to go through touch and hearing in the unsighted and touch alone in the deaf mute)
One thing on its own IS every single one of us.
Without words, before words, words which will instantly classify us as
SOMEWHERE ON A SPECTRUM
Without words it’s everyman.
Every single person who sees this form in this space
Invests in it
If it moves, even infinitesimally, as in Japanese NO theatre, it’s still worth watching.
Somewhere beneath all our learning
All our punishments
All our fears
Is a form that fascinates us.
Inarticulate, for sure
But always, always surprising.