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Inner Voyager

Travelling within five different inter-personal stages:
Signals – we receive them all the time, we can listen to them, or ignore.
Contact – the one we are always looking for.
Conflicts – that cannot be avoided no matter how hard we try.
Exploration – of ourselves and the others, it keeps us alive
and
Realisation – where it all comes together.

These animations have been produced using the incredible ESO archive of pictures*

* Photo credits: ESO – European Organisation for Astronomical Research in the Southern Hemisphere
S. Brunier/J. Emerson, Vista/C. Malin
Acknowledgment: Cambridge Astronomical Survey Unit

Video

On the surface (of things)

Elation on the surface as a good excuse for depth avoidance.

This ongoing NFT series investigates the feeling we have when we are pushed to ‘go deeper’ by circumstances (or people) and we’d really, really, rather not.

Fresh Snow I, II and III are the clearest representation of the idea of gliding over the surface.

Clear Water I is when we get caught by surprise, we know, but we don’t even want to look.
Clear Water II is trying to ignore one of our basic needs.
Clear Water III is superficial awareness, we look at what troubles us, but then we consciously decide to look elsewhere.

Video

Gushes

It happens that I have a ‘gush’ of happiness.
It often has to do with water.
When I enter the warm pool to swim
or in a hot tub during winter…
When my body gets accustomed to the water temperature of the sea,
or when warm water runs over my head in the shower.

But it also happens
when I put the first bite of a good chocolate cake in my mouth,
when my body gets warmed for the first time by the sun in spring,
or when I book a vacation with my closest friends.

But lately something weird is happening.
I cannot explain it.
I have sudden gushes of unmotivated happiness.
I turn around quickly as if to catch the thought that filled my heart, that made me smile,
and nothing, I see nothing, I remember nothing.
Nothing that could explain why I felt happy for a second.
And it’s gone.
I’m left torn, with a half good sensation and a half bad of having lost it,
and wondering…