Walking through the time
Day after day, we are in the space of our movement, at the moment when it does not consciously fill our route. This moment is like a pause in our move, we are immersed in a routine, we know the endpoint, we know where our body should physically be.
But do we know how much time we spend in spaces where there are only our steps, steps that fill the void, steps that form rhythms and form this space of infinite, through movement as a phase of transition to a meditative way of being? What happens if we try to measure this space and shape the moment of relocation.
Rhythm measuring the landscape