Inside things

“At times I feel as if I am spread out over the landscape and inside things, and am myself living in every tree, in the splashing of the waves, in the clouds and the animals that come and go, in the procession of the seasons. There is nothing... with which I am not linked.”

~ Jung

Linking to the vast exhibition space yesterday, these words by Jung came to mind. Without the ability of this space's awareness, and the awareness of oneself to this space, how can I authentically link my imagined work?

Spending solitude time in this granite vault yesterday, I became acutely aware of inside-things both within myself, as well as within this space which, incidentally, was discovered by chance in 1994. A linguistic interplay started, with singular words flooding my consciousness. I jotted down what has perhaps remained in this space which was originally built as an underground water reservoir.

A holding space; a hidden womb..

I felt the fluidity of subliminal change.

I allowed the messaging reverberating back to me to flow, unhindered.

I listened to the linkage.