Marking Breath. Costa Rica. San José. 23.2.2019. Sunrise to Sunset

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 I feel like being in some kind of bird movie. Hitchcock or Home Alone. The pigeons are all over. Making a constant noise.
  • I sit down. Ready.
  • Im relaxed. Focused on my breathing.
  • Breathing noise
  • Its windy. Focusing on my exhalations
  • Im calm after one week in Mario Antonio at the beach doing nothing.
  • No thoughts
  • Pi and Ever are taking video and photos
  • Cesar is there. He joins me.
  • Peacefully we mark our breathing
  • The sun has risen
  • Its day
  • The plaza is filling up with people
  • There are a lot of homeless. Mostly from Nicaragua as the political situation is very bad there
  • Cesar and I are breathing together. Sometimes looking into each other’s eyes
  • What do we communicate when looking into each other’s eyes? Mostly being present and recognize one another. Accept who we are. Today it’s rare. 100 % attention. We spend so much time in our phones giving attention to someone or something far away. Why? Is it not because we are looking to be acknowledged here and now?
  • I mark into the copper a spiral
  • Alex is sitting opposite
  • I feel Im looking into the universe
  • Eyes so personally and yet so universally at the same time
  • Sometimes I feel shyness, but why? I never decided to become human. And what is it to be human? To me it’s a mystery. Like a landscape of known and unknown
  • We breathe together
  • A local man sits down. Again, the universe. After a while he understands the act. He gets ready. He looks strong and straight into my eyes determined not to look down he begins the marking. I start the same. Not looking down. Why bother how the marking looks? His entire body is present
  • Time passes in pure presence. He is so much there. His eyes talk about all. Silence. About all life; love, anxiety, fear, joy, hate, difficulties. All is there simultaneously
  • One of the pencils rolls to the ground. We both try to catch it. We smile. It falls.
  • Back to the marking
  • The church bells ring. Loud. Mixing the sound with the pigeons
  • A man arrives and sit down inside the little corner where most of the pigeons are.
  • He is their father. The one who brings food.
  • He sells it to people and the kids feeds them. Most of the kids get scared when 100 of birds surround them.
  • Back to the marking
  • Time passes, breath passes, life passes, people passes. So much passes through each one of us every day. Meetings. Constant helloes and goodbyes
  • I like to hold on but I exhale
  • Letting go
  • I mark like never before
  • No control of the marking into the copper
  • I let go
  • Today I changed a little
  • I travelled to Costa Rica with my friend Pi. The first she said when we landed in San José was that this trip was going to be life changing
  • Yes
  • Breathing
  • Chellet. I love her. We mark together. Just mark not looking
  • A new dynamic new life new relation
  • Coffee
  • Chellets red hair shines in the sun. She says 5 minutes and this she gives us.
  • I’m alone again.
  • Pancho is there to watch
  • A guy arrives – he’s without a home
  • We do not mark. Only I do.
  • He wants a selfie with me.
  • I breathe and smile a bit
  • This world! All the photos inside our phones. To do what? Make us remember or a lost battle to hold on to the moment and stop time?
  • Pancho pretends I’m his wife
  • The man walks on
  • Its Saturday. Lot of people and lot of activities. Teletopies are walking around.
  • I have to move the table into the shadow as the sun is strong.
  • I move to the pedestrian also where people sell stuff on the street
  • I breathe noise and life
  • Full of life. Full of projects to be carried out
  • I do breathe
  • A lady sits down. Ask me if its free or costs money. She asks me if I believe in people from other planets. She does and she thinks Im one. I smile
  • I was told before someone believed I’m from the future
  • I mark my breathing smiling.
  • A lot of children are around. They join. So cool and sweet.
  • Looking into the eyes of children the world shines in vast space.
  • I feel blessed to be able to do this
  • Church bells ring loud and bright every hour, I think.
  • I’m alone
  • I mark and look at my chaos in the marking. A spiral that grows into a shine
  • Pure energy
  • Consciousness
  • How do our consciousness work?
  • We can travel everywhere in pure consciousness but still the body is in one place
  • I focus on my breathing
  • Doris arrives she is dressed in red silk. Full of energy
  • We breathe together
  • After a woman sits down. Her two girls watch us
  • Im tired. The light is bright. And the wind is strong
  • My eyes my mind full of impressions and realizations
  • I move the table back to the place where I began this morning
  • Eli is performing a clown and ask the crowd who is normal?
  • I smile
  • I guess no one feels normal?
  • Pi is back. She invites a girl to join me
  • After a discussing with her boyfriend she decides to join me.
  • She is beautiful
  • I instantly fall in love
  • We look into each other’s eyes
  • I disappear in moments
  • We both start to cry
  • It’s touching
  • A crowd of people has gathered around us
  • I cannot help to think why
  • Nothing happens
  • It makes me think about being present. Today this is rare, why it is interesting to watch two people looking into each other’s eyes.
  • She starts laughing. I also laugh. We say eyes goodbye
  • Immediately another girl sits down
  • The crowd is growing
  • I feel my face is tired but my consciousness is awake
  • Foreverness is with me
  • I have let go of all. I breathe and mark. That’s all.
  • A man – a local elderly man sits down.
  • He marks intensively
  • Another universe opens up
  • Eyes like stars in vast space
  • That is, I believe who we are
  • We are life. In this we are all and nothing
  • Church bells – the sun has set.