With Sand play, how exciting can it be? I wonder, as I stand in front of the hangar of the Red factory. And: Would I need to prepare something? The weather is spring-like, but that is only one reason why I hesitate to go in. The other: I don't know exactly what I want.
"come on, Hunziker, go sändeln!", it was said to be. For such a supposed liquor ideas, I'm almost always have to, but I know that Writing fast is difficult, if almost nothing happens, the write could be. A Matter Of Concern.
"I think how you could raise may be interesting", I replied, but not done. On the one hand, because, in my opinion, is a spell in the Unloaded. On the other hand, because too much preparation is crippling. And then chronic laziness and acute Uninspiriertheit.
all the same, My little backpack is half full with Sändeliutensilien. A small, bright red blade, two different sized Kesseli, a round Förmli. All of my daughter's borrowed. Also I've decided in advance: I go without a child. With a child, it would be logical, of course. I might as well go to the nearest Playground.
fear of quicksand
Without a child, it is experimental, angular, and forced. And this seemed to me more exciting. Later, it will show: The Sändelisachen I don't need.
Sand is a granular Sediment, the majority of quartz, says Wikipedia. And, as regards the fineness, between silt and gravel. Where I silt've never heard the word but-insanely-great find. Also: 2016 Sand was named by the German society for Geosciences to the mineral of the year. A fact, almost as curious as silt, is great.
As a child I had a fear of quicksand, which was a result of some wild West movies, but each permission has. I also knew early on that we must build on Sand, not a house. That's all I can say. Who makes Sand already thinking?
bright it is here, beautiful empty
The initiators of the Sand-experiment in Red factory your choice, in any case encounters and joint projects. I don't know, however, whether I wish for encounters. It's Wednesday afternoon, 14.22 clock is in the sunshine, so I think not too good of chances, a lot of people in the Shedhalle. I'm going in.
Nice and bright it is here, pretty empty. A photographer makes photos, two children, both about five years old, playing in a big pile, a sand pile, of course, lies in the middle of the room. A kind of overseer sits in the Kabäuschen, now I do, so that we are all.
Everywhere Sand, inches high, he is only in the middle of the room, where, as I later learn, provides 13 cubic meters of Sand. In addition, a half-dozen smaller bunch are still in the hall. Someone has made the effort, with a street of fine cars broom set, so that practically in the whole room, a thin layer of Sand covered the floor.
The site climate facilitates adult access.
Before I arrived, I had imagined it would look like a sandy beach. In fact, it is more reminiscent of a building site: Next to the Sand and the two road broom two large blades and two Cigarettes. I like that – and is probably calculated to refined: The construction site climate facilitates adult access, otherwise, with the colorful little Bucket, spade and Rake (sic?), the would lying around, strange, or uncomfortable.
I put the backpack and jacket, grab a shovel and start hauling in Sand in a Garette. Somehow you have to start somewhere. I shovel so until the Garette is full, then I have a problem with this, about two meters wide and dump you again. So. We have the. And now?
The photographer – he belongs to the Red factory – photographed, and the children don't look as if they needed help. That's why I will be seeing you shortly for the "watcher". She has a Studio in the Area and is planning a Performance in addition to the Shedhallen Sand, represents right now, your colleague, which is unusual, because you are allergic responds to the dust that comes from the Sand here. That's why you, the temp had watered the Sand today.
Damp Sand has more substance, more character
What irritated me at first, turns out later than is comfortable: Moist Sand, is to me more sympathetic. He has more substance, more character and is actually less dusty. I confess that I had thought of nothing now but I have a feeling that I needed a project. "Yes, the space generated claim," says the Sheriff, and I think it hits it quite well. I also see it as my task to overcome this.
Because of this, so I have decided now, can't it actually be: I need a project or a goal. I want to sändeln to the Sändelns will. As children do, for you, the Sand is a means to an end. You only build castles, so that you can play a knight and/or Princess. Now I feel you, my Mission, but no Mission, because there is no pressure.
once Again, I grab carts me the scoop and lift Sand in the thrust. This time I fill the two. The resulting pile of I smoothness with the blade back. Very nice. A new bunch, only I am this time, leave deep craters, and it was Destroyed, Imperfektes is more beautiful than Built, Smooth. With me but the Build is more Fun than Destroying. The not-so-superficial, this knowledge.
We have forgotten how to play.
Although, I don't mean no evidence. I lean on the shovel. Not because I would be out of breath, but because I have to think about how I'm doing. What can I do with the Sand? Dig, clear, but to be honest, I like it, especially the Sand with your bare hands to handle. Always residues that need to wipe tedious or knocking remain on the skin. Also put I do not want to me, Sand on and in the clothes suit me.
I don't have to go through the whole Repertoire. No, I can do what I want. What pleases me. And to me the blades. That's why I shovel Sand from one pile to the other, pointless. This is completely okay, I need neither a goal, nor purpose, nor meaning. As long as I'm happy with what I'm doing, here and now.
It is this: We have forgotten how to play. Or to be quite carefree at the Moment. We are organizing to search, analyze, optimize. When I made it last so little? Dug, even though there is nothing to shovel? Dug, just because to me the blades like that? The meets usually have a purpose – to move a Material from point A to point B. Is it peel, such as carrots, without that I then cook or eat. Fucking weird, but also very soothing. As long as you manage the activity, without feeling the need to intend.
no Matter, Lord God!
There, I came across something. A plastic Cup comes to the fore. Terrific, I didn't even know I was a treasure hunter, but now I have found one. Now I'm really daring: I pour Sand on the small pedestals in the room, probably meant as Seating. Can I do this? Befitting? No matter, this is an Experiment in the Experiment, for God's sake! And since it even has sandy residue on the wall.
I'm doing this now. I pour three Sand on the three together advanced platforms. Wet, barely wet, and dry as dust. In the end I formations, a kind of triptych of Sand. It felt good, but with the result I am not satisfied. Because: I wanted to Yes result no. My compulsion for originality has me a work created by. I Fool!
I console myself with the thought that it is going to disappear soon, there is no Oeuvre, entitled to a future. I shovel a little, but slowly, I've had enough, soon I'm here for an hour. I could easily stay longer, I would have a preference or would there be something that sändelen it experience to think quickly. But the yield of the With-Sand-Play of the Sändelens will not. I needed more Practice in order to establish it for me as a Meditation.
finally, I should title my work and me on the wall to immortalize. I write in the title "no title", pins the paper to the wall and leave me with a good feeling. I account for: when is a pile of Sand interesting? If you make something interesting out of it. Sand is what you make of it. And if the time is not profound, and almost everything in life makes sense to apply Oh, ... crap, now also a life wisdom that I didn't want to.
Created: 21.04.2019, 22:07 PM