Copper. Sunrise 6 am – sunset 6 pm. Part of the festival Forma y Sustancia. Parque Central de San José.
Marking Breath. The Mind. San José. Costa Rica. Parque Central. 23 – 2 – 2019. Sunrise – Sunset 6am-6pm.
Walking into Parque Central
Breathing into Parque Central
A conference of birds
The pigeons occupy the place
Making constant conversations
I find my place, ready for sun rise
Focus on my breathing
Breathing pigeon’s conversations
Breathing windy pigeon conversations
My calm Inhalations and exhalations
I am present breathing windy pigeon conversations
He joins me
She joins me
We mark our windy pigeon conversation
Breathing together in the sun rice
The pigeons share the plaza with people
Homeless from Nicaragua
we are looking into each other’s eyes
We are breathing together
I mark our breathing into a copper spiral
He is sitting opposite me
I am looking into his eyes universe
We breathe together
A man sits down
He is fully present in his silence
His eyes talk about love, anxiety, fear, joy, hate, difficulties.
One of my pencils rolls to the ground. We both try to catch it. We smile. It falls.
Our breathing is interrupted by church bells
Mixing the soundwaves with the sound of the pigeons
The pigeon-farther arrives and sit down inside the little corner
The kids get scared when the pigeons surround them.
Time passes, life passes, people passes, breath passes.
I exhale, letting go
I mark my breath like never before
No control of the marking into the copper
Unconscious Copper Connections
I let go; breathing to gather
We mark together
Coffee, Red hair shines in the sun
I am alone again
A homeless person arrives
He is there to watch.
I breathe a prayer for him and smile
The man walks away
I am present in my Saturday pigeon and people breathing in Parque Central
I have to move the table into the shadow
The sun is strong
I breathe noise and life
A women asks me if I believe in people from other planets. She thinks I’m one them. I smile
I mark my breathing smiling.
A lot of children join, their eyes shines in vast space.
Church bells ring loud and bright
I’m alone and mark my breath while looking in to my chaos in the marking.
A spiral that grows into a shine; Pure energy
I focus on my breathing
Full of energy
We breathe together; the woman and I.
Her two girls watch us.
I’m tired. The light is bright. The wind is strong
I move the table back to the place where I began this morning
She argues with her boyfriend and decides to join me.
She is beautiful – I disappear in moments
We are both crying.
A crowd of people has gathered around us
Nothing happens, everything happens: we are present looking into each other’s eyes.
She starts laughing. I also laugh. We say eyes goodbye
Immediately another girl sits down in front of me
The crowd is growing
I my face is tired but my consciousness is awake
I breathe and mark
A local elderly man sits down.
He marks his breath intensively and open doors to another universe
His Eyes are like stars, the church bells are ringing.
The sun has set.