22.02.2020

Vox Stellarum I, II, and III
Ink on paper
22.02.2020

00.30h-01.30h


Context:

To continue our journey into the story – because I do believe that every story is a journey –

 (…)

I wanted to bring you here because it is so beautiful,

it’s a real Spring night,

it’s like, the first Spring night,

and the pines are above me,

and I’m in this hot, hot water which I adore,

and these little star dots, like diamonds ----I know it’s a cliché, but piss it, I like clichés.

And, you know, they kind of shine. Little bright dots, thru the branches, and I’m sort of here, lying and looking up and thinking: “How do I get that?”

I’ve done diverse drawings in the (night),

But it’s so difficult to capture that little dot of light in the various darkness.

I can trace some of the constellations… I can see Orion’s Belt…

No idea what’s up there.

It smells gorgeous, it really smells so, so nice.

(…)

I feel the way we were raised, and the cultures in which we were raised, are more accepting of sadness and joy, both,

and,

whereas both are taken as very real, they also are understood as being something transitory.

(…)

I’m remembering  Coyoacàn and the man with the music box, you know, in the piazza, or  just anywhere around your house: there was no corner that there wasn’t music, wheter it be coming from a car, or a café, or somebody singing… and that brightness… and I really appreciate having been there for the Día de los Muertos.

How do I put that that in words?

You know this immense---

I feel it, I feel it when I dance. Not when I dance to Abba, or something, which I love doing, but when I dance the traditional circle dance, the kolo, which is supposed to be danced with many people… but I don’t have many people around me.

When I dance the kolo I always feel that there are people around me, my ancestors, my family, people both alive and people who have passed, people whom I know, and I those I don’t. And there’s this immense joy. And in this darkness of Death, there’s this immense connection, and I feel so much a part, not apart, --- insieme---

Certo ogni tanto un’altra lingua fa meglio…

Un’insieme… and that’s what I felt with the Día de los Muertos.

This huge celebration that walks thru awareness of sadness, you know, that doesn’t eliminate sadness, the sadness is still there, and it has a place to be present.

And that is what I appreciate so much: that every emotion has a place, and it is allowed to be present.

Joy, tears, laughter, craziness, anger, all those things are so much a part of life.

But it is so different how cultures, different cultures, take it on board. And, I always feel, in a way, when I talk to you, that that is a fundamental essence that doesn’t need to be explained. I have tried to put it into words, for myself.

 Transcript (edited) from voice message to Serioshka Hellmund

 21.02.2020 23.30h circa

"... I trust the exam day has ended, or does it go thru the night?
I'm getting ink, paper and etching needle and going back to the hot tub.
Cats all out...
Nice warm spring night!"

WhatsApp message to Martin Siegrist, 
22.02.2020 00.26h