Earth at Perihelion, Sharing Tea with the Sun (Tea in the Dark #3) | FOP
Ayano Matsumae, Albumen print on Gampi paper, San Lorenzo, NM, 2018
Source: Earth at Perihelion, Sharing Tea with the Sun (Tea in the Dark #3) | FOP
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Ayano Matsumae, Albumen print on Gampi paper, San Lorenzo, NM, 2018
Source: Earth at Perihelion, Sharing Tea with the Sun (Tea in the Dark #3) | FOP
digital still, from Tea in the Dark (winter solstice), 002019
Source: Tilting towards Change: Winter Solstice (Tea in the Dark #2) | FOP
digital camera obscura of summer solstice tea ceremony, 6:07am EDT, June 21, 002018, all images this post FOP 002018
On June 21, 002018 smudge studio held a tea ceremony at Head of the Meadow beach in Truro, Massachusetts. The ceremony coincided with the moment of summer solstice at 6:07 a.m. EDT, 5:07 a.m. “sun time.” Ceremonial tea (matcha) was whisked.
With significantly less use of electric lights and devices, other rhythms surfaced for us. We took special notice of how plants, light, temperature, other creatures are deeply attuned to the day/night cycle. The effects and interconnections of their different attunements are deep, evolutionary, material realities. Yet, we realized we’ve been missing most of this. By staying up long after dark, and waking up long after daylight arrives, the lived experience of the transition into and out of night, and all that it commands, is truncated. It’s typical for most humans to wake into and go to sleep out of a world/reality filled to the brim with human-centered concerns, awarenesses, and thoughts. The sense that human existence is the biggest force/reality at play easily takes center stage.
And yet, by exposing our bodies and minds to the transition of day into night, and night into day, spin after spin, we quickly realized that this daily transformation is actually much vaster and enduring than us. Over billions of years, lifeforms that led to we humans literally evolved out of and in response to the continuously moving, angled “line” of day/night. Its rhythms and effects are deeply embedded within us and play out as “us.” Our bodies and brains, eyes, cells, blood, gut bacteria, are ruled by circadian rhythms that we must live by, or else live out the consequences of futile attempts to deny them (see Foster and Krietzman’s 2005, Rhythms of Life: The Biological Clocks that Control the Daily Lives of Every Living Thing for details on the human illnesses that result from attempts to override a human body’s biological “clock”). – FOP
Source: Making Tea and Life at the 23.5 degree tilt of the Earth | FOP
image by Copernicus, Library of Congress
Source: “And Yet it Moves”: Galileo’s echo, 400 years later | FOP
image FOP 002018, from a LinkNYC station at Madison Avenue and 53rd Street
Source: Turning into the Night | FOP
. . . standing in the path of totality of a total solar eclipse. . . . We recall the elusive
shadow bands we glimpsed racing across the grass at our feet, seconds before the bright world around us tipped into deep twilight. . . the diffused filtering of the extreme Southern Illinois heat, humidity and light that occurred over 20 minutes leading up to totality. How strange and silvery our skin looked in those minutes. Instinctual awe kicked in as we got our first direct and bizarre glimpse of the force that fuels all life on Earth. – fop
bask in the light
and open medium
of time.
-from The Mastheads, 10.13.002107
Source: Time Intensive | FOP
from empty practice for meeting the path of totality, smudge studio 002017
Source: Meeting the Path of Totality: 2017 Solar Eclipse | FOP
Untitled (Human Mask) (2014), Film. (Courtesy the artist; Hauser & Wirth, London; Marian Goodman Gallery, New York; Esther Schipper, Berlin; Anna Lena, Paris, © Pierre Huyghe)
that is,
Ichi-go ichi-e, or “each moment is always once-in-a-lifetime”. – Wikipedia
from the Rubin Museum (otafuku “beauty and good fortune,” horned mask for village ceremonies, ko-omote (young woman) Usofuki, “whistler” from Kyogen, and the “trickster” fox/kitsune).
Donald Keene has written that looking at Nō masks is like “seeing a voice.”