are you feeling yourself today?
Catherine blindfolded us today and asked us to make ourselves in clay. I thought of myself lying in bed. I always lie on my side. Unable to see what i was doing my felt-sense of the volume and shape of my body became very vivid. It was a peculiarly intense sensation, to use my own hands to form my head, my neck, the curve of my back. Later on Somaya gave me a back rub, and I had the strangest feeling that it was the second one of the day.
When we took our blind folds off we saw that almost all of us had sculpted ourselves lying on our sides. We had also all got our proportions almost exactly right.
The power of the blindfold is very inetersting to me right now. Our visual sense so dominates our experience of the world – and it feels to me today that it is also linked firmly to my own analytical stance. I appraise things with my eyes, i judge them. Unable to see, I felt my way through the clay – i explored its properties, I worked with it and did not try to impose my version of the world on it. What would be the equivalent of a blindfold when I write? What would help me work with the words and feel my way through them rather than trying to wrangle them into a form that I expect to be pleased with?