Abyssal Zone

Abyssal Zone (2010)

The ocean’s abyssal zone is cold, dark and silent. So is the obscure region where nameless desire, anguish, resentment and fear weave raw pain and pleasure; immaterial states in search of material support to enable full existence. In the region where the imaginary and the real touch, images, objects and words seek meaning and meaning seeks a name and body. The pain caused by loss and absence does not originate in the body, rather settles in it. This is a kind of pain in which an encounter, or a lack thereof, is presumed – fulfillment or emptiness. We wander around as if blind, thirsting for understanding yet we are unable to understand. Confronted with the impossibility of giving or finding meaning, we get a fragmented glimpse at the fear of ceasing to exist being an actual possibility: Chaos, disarray, invisibility. The concreteness of the body rescues us and leads us back to a transient, impermanent reality: being and no longer being is a condition of existence. In such a lonely abyss, we fear what the body simply knows.