We are all but scribbles from the hands of time. Void of human construct, this Arctic terrain exists as a disparate measure of time and space.
A lone figure against the foreign landscape of jagged Arctic rock, I find tactile interaction with the grey and seemingly hostile environment. Fleeting, my body traces over this slow ancient landscape, pushing from boulder to boulder drawing forth a playground.
This remote landscape in Northern Canada’s Arctic Circle is ignited with a spontaneous sequence of movements. I am barefoot and shifting, anchored by touch, bringing my mind closer to the earth - to time itself.
The repeated selves also speak to notions of cycles, obsessions and eventually alone-ness. Upon reflection, the landscape reminds us that we are alone, travelling on the backs of our created self-narratives to keep us occupied and worthy – a distraction from reaching deep solitude; to be alone, to find solace in the suspended unknown.
PERFORMED, FILMED AND EDITED BY DEVIKA BILIMORIA