Last year I wrote about solastalgia, the psychic pain of climate change. I interpreted human emotional spikes as Earth’s way of communicating with the organisms that live upon it.
I compare the nature of the planetary dialogue with the transmissions that run our human bodies. Take, for example, white blood cells’ activation when there is an infection in our body. It’s automatic, fast, effective, coded in our biology. A similar mechanism should work between Earth Body and human bodies. But there is a disconnect. Humans seem to have forgotten how to act like white blood cells. I think we can…
Solastalgia: A form of homesickness one gets when one is still at home.
_ Glenn Albrecht
Earth is a living body.
Artist is a translator.
The artist’s body is the first to converse with Earth’s body through the language of turbulence, making their ailments one and the same. This encrypted language is as old as the very first exhalation. It’s transmitted for the artist to receive, and decrypt.
Human communication aided by sounds, signs, and symbols has reached peak sophistication. It’s not enough. We continue to invent new devices to enhance our connectivity. …
Aegean kids call it “the sea.”
The difference makes all the difference when you go swimming in water.
The ocean comes at you. You have to penetrate it. You have to battle, dance with, or surf the waves to access it. That’s the experience you get out of it.
Whereas the sea (well, the seas that I know) is more inviting. It waits there, like a pool, gently holds you, allows you to see through the bottom, invites you to rest in it.
