The Practice (IV)
"...Go then...trust your happiness to the winds..."
"...this is my old self ... and this old self is dead"
- Den Zenin
- The soul, or whatever you want to call it, longs to be transformed, from a being parasitised by deadliness, into one that is truly alive.
- The teenager in us, between two worlds, sleeps among the ashes, transforms*.
- This work, with and for my friend Den, going through his own transformation.
*nb this idea is borrowed from somewhere: that there is a tradition where the teenage boys are left to sleep among the ashes, somewhere between death and life, like a chrysalis.