Time, pottery and creation
All hands turn at the same speed, don't they? Time is a funny concept.
Both subjective, because it is linked to our impression, and at the same time objective, because it is inevitably linked to the chimes that frame our lives.
Do you feel, like me, that time is passing faster and faster?
Today I worked on a sculpture. I started early this morning and when I looked at my watch, it was 7:00 p.m.! I was very surprised but a little disoriented. It took me a few seconds to integrate the information that the screen gave me. I had not seen or at least, not felt the time pass.
The modeling had completely absorbed me. All day long, my hands moved flexibly, guided by the captivating rhythm of the wheel, touching, smoothing, caressing, here and there, the piece of clay that was gradually taking shape. While my mind entered without complex and in complete freedom into the paradox that animated it: both Cartesian and dreamy.
Linked to my formalist mind that imposes method, rigor and logic like a project manager, my little hands then submit. Then, the formalist mind is erased by the breath of my free mind. The magic operates at this precise moment. My little hands are certainly swinging under the governance of the dreamy, mystical and sometimes even confused mind.
As wise as a little soldier, the piece grew, took shape, displaying a silhouette sometimes faithful to what I expected, sometimes random, deformed, insurgent and using all its material to translate and illustrate my deepest thoughts, up to the mystery of the unconscious.
As I was tidying up my workshop, I realized that my activity had transported me out of social time. Nothing else existed around me. For a moment, I existed in another space.
Just like reading and many other activities, my passion envelops me and keeps me assured towards absolute concentration. It silently pulls my mind into the temporal vortex where free and confident, it sheds constraints and other burdensome tensions.
Time flows differently, or maybe it doesn't flow anymore?
The dormant mind shifts and moves towards prolific and passionate creativity.
Poca