An Ongoing Wavelength of Change

BE BOLD 7/13/2025

I just woke up, but I have this sense that things are moving underneath and between. Whatever calm I thought that was, there is some turbulence underneath. One that shows me that indeed things are different, and more undulation calls me to surge again.

This is between the real waves of the ocean hitting, the long ocean swell that leads me to adapt, to calibrate. Some of the tides are just moving along, so I am floating, surfing, yet I have to maneuver, step by step the wave of technological change, responding with agility capturing the momentum of future unfolding events.

Still within that movement that has a rhythm, at times there are moments where the wavelength hits something, and I need to settle suddenly and make a maneuver. I stay navigating: I do not sink, I do not jump off the vessel, I do not stay still. Those are the navigation skills that I have to bring forth every other day, so the sensation does not cease the current, it adapts, I submit to it.

I could see how now it is not entangled. It is free, so it is just opening my hands and letting the last piece of thread go slip through my fingers, loosening now belonging to the wind. Trust. Trust nature. Trust my life. Trust the circulation of energy. Trust the movement. Trust the space that opened.

A new relationship within me, I can feel its dimensions without sensing someone's breath near me. The space expands through my own presence, and I begin to recognize the distance between who I was when I held the thread and who I am as it dissolves and washes away.

The thread becomes part of the current, my hand remains open. The wind carries its movement, opening space around as it is visible, oh what gesture!

I had the devotion, the guilt, and the dedication, I had the care, yes I over extended at times, I did not know how to measure care, without a container, it diluted and was wasted. the sequencing started to become a motion in itself, I started to maneuver the waves, and that is when I started seeing things all connected, different kind of threads.

Form shaped the container through small shifts, a displacement here, a dynamic turn there, flow migrating yet always in a wandering path. Each adjustment created another point of contingency between the wave and the vessel, between the space and the fill-in moving through it. Between the silence and joy.

In 2008 I made a series of encasements Time-Piece: Be here now, that were aligned and arranged on the wall and had short phrases containing the word time appear and disappear from behind a two way mirror. These short sentences were synched within a span of a minute, then followed by 60 short vertical lines that would count every second.

The words faded in and faded out in a digital calligraphy, of yellow green color, one phrase moving through seven different boxes across the wall. One of them was simple: time is motion of the mind. There was a sound, that of a sonar, that would call you closer revealing slowly both words and your face in it. By the time you noticed the words shifting, they had already faded. You were pulled in by sound of the sonar, then revealing the truth of your presence.

Because the animations were all encased behind a mirror, as a viewer you were forced to see yourself through the appearance of these words. Whatever reflected back was your own image, seen by itself, the one mirror already given, your own presence enough to validate itself. If you stayed long enough in front of the glass, the piece revealed itself as the moment you caught yourself looking.