Ellemieke van Vliet
I am at the start, where I am not alone but neither together. I’m excited about the journey I will experience today. Where I start empty and will change and learn. I’m seeking for things that I will later understand. There is a path before me, with different smells, different colours, different sounds, different people and different experiences.
The first entrance is where I start.
Sound coming from everywhere, it’s all around me. There is music, beautiful and poetic, there are voices, loudly talking to each other, I can’t understand them. More sounds surround me. Not defined, not understandable, it’s not music, there are not voices, and there is something I can’t understand. Sounds are coming from the left and the right, they’re hard and they are soft. They are loudly and silent. I drown in the sounds, I drown in the thoughts the sounds make me think of. The associations, the experiences. I start to drift away, I drift at the sounds to another place, I drown and I sink. I’m not where I was. Where am I?
Suddenly I am back, where I can remember being. Something tracks my attention, I am walking towards it while the rest of the space becomes vague, it is not as important as it was before. I am drone by a bright and clear light, which is also warm and comfortable. Under the light there is an object, by which I am fascinated because it is what it is. It is not pretending to be something else, it can’t be something else, it’s clear and readable. I understand the object, and therefore I’m not feeling overwhelmed. Another object attracts my attention, because it is different from this one. This is mystic, I cannot understand it at once, I have to look closer at it. So I move, and start to see more details. I start to see what it is made of, but that is different from what is expected to be. I have to keep looking to understand and every second I look at it I understand less.
Than suddenly a movement, and a smell appears. It does not belong to the mysterious object, because I know this smell. This smell belongs to something specific, something tangible. I see what I expect, but also notice something unexpected, a surprise, a contrast.
The sound is rising. There are voices, loudly talking to each other, I can’t understand them… I see a reflection in the corner of my eye. When I follow it, it’s gone because there are more. I see light, I see objects all reflecting to each other. All the reflections create a new world, which is not real and not virtual. I see things twice, but when I look closer, they are not the same. I also see movement and shapes reflecting to colours. I only look, the rest is not important. Experiencing is looking.
There are voices, loudly talking to each other, I can’t understand them..
I am not alone. The people I noticed being there are now suddenly existing. They’re all different people. There big and small, loud and silent, present and not, colourful and black. They’re different and they’re the same. I am not alone. We are experiencing together. We interact and we strengthen each other. Together we go further, together we experience more, the intensity becomes bigger.