Image my own
Present
In another time and territory
But not today
A spectre
Less than nothing
Testimony of abscence
spectre
The Forest /
Image my own
Been thinking about ‘The forest’ as a ‘place of non place’, of unbelonging.
Of being lost.
Also does the Forest as a site resist colonialisation? Especially in it’s resistance of structure and the centre. An anti-land (Cixous)
The strong vertical presence marks a from of time - yet time also looses it’s bearing here. Bodies grow tall and then yield themselves to the ground.
Hamlet encounters the Ghost - the Spectral in the forest. His father pulled out of time in his orchard. ‘Time is out of joint’ Hamlet.
Ursula Von Rydingsvard’s work rooted in the body of the forest, her life a liminal existence.
What else does the forest offer as a site, no site. Does it reflect the essence of Derrida’s enquiries, of the nature of Differance, the spectre, and so on.
Is it a site of transformation? The passage through summing change. After all the forest is a site of constant change, growth and decay.
On a practical level - I keep returning here to dwell, think and work. I feel like there is an obvious connection that I am blind to.