(H)Burial

A naïve human gesture of attempting to become land/Earth and therefore

meeting and negotiating with the impossible on an experiential level.

A naïve human gesture of attempting to travel to Kelly’s and Nancy’s

garden on the other side of the globe though the ground, earth-transit.

The body traves in and through that imagination and the imagination

informs the body’s experience.

The sensation of the sand and its weight on and around the body is a

concrete experience that dialogues with the imagined journey.

some sort of a memory:

The weight of the sand

it’s getting cooler

I am now traveling through the earth to Kelly’s and Nancy’s garden.

That’s the idea.

But right now, the experience of being buried is so strong that it

doesn’t let me travel anywhere but exactly into the experience itself.

Into here, and yet, I have never been here (in this experience) before.

Where am I?

Somewhere on a journey…

Pressed,

held by the Earth,

squished by the sand, its tickly moist cool textures

I feel my body,

my bones,

my knees that are a bit overstretched  thoughts rushing in what will

happen to them if I stay here for too long.

And then again, just the experience of this unknown and known body and

is connecting through the ground to the vastness of the globe and its

relations in this universe and me being here inside those relations and

therefore relating to Kelly’s and Nancy’s home, targeting it and

noticing that shift in how I sense my body and its relations, its

in-betweens.

Between my tissues & bones & organs,

the sand & tissues & bones & organs,

the thoughts & imaginations & tissues & bones & organs & sand.

… & Earth & the East beach in Laajasalo & Kelly’s and Nancy’s garden in

Auckland

Writing by Gesa Piper

Video of Gesa doing a Burial below