Keith Deverell : Notes to self

Boonie Doon - Day one

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So why am I here? What has drawn me into this space? Others where repelled or blocked, by themselves and by the forest, others myself included weren't. I desired this space, I lusted after it, not for what it is, but for what it is. In myself and in my life a divorce has happened. In the city a relationship is ending, two people once intwined are slowly unravelling the complex structures that held them together. Here, in the pine forest that has engulfed me, I have disconnected the politics of this space and its cause and effect, to instead embrace its atmospherics and textuarlity.

I see the place as a dead space, I know understand my dead space, my desire for them, my love of. Thankyou Cherteau, your positioning of space and place has helped me understand. My dead space is place, I say dead space, as the activities that make place a space are in my eyes decay, we work through decay, a changing temporality of narrative, texture and form, to a point of death, where the space returns to place, untill the next time.

So if we always return to death, and decay is the generative form that drives the turning of space to place, what does this hold for catalyst. Is the catalyst the slightest glimpse of birth of a seed sprouting and setting forth the process of decay

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