Sorry, your browser is not supported
To have the best experience using Skillshare, we recommend that you use one of these supported browsers.

25

--

the 10 first days

Day 1 - The passage of time

Today I noticed, really truly noticed, deep down there how subjective time is. Today I noticed that time is specially subjective when you wake up at 6:30 am and you are still half asleep before having taken a shower. Today I even noticed that a shower isn't enough to get you—to get me, I should say—out of that lovely but also partly tedious morning just-after-waking-up drowsiness.

I woke up and didn't hit the snooze button (victory!), then I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and went into the shower. The alarm came off at 6:30 but I imagine that I stayed in bed for about 3 minutes of that loud, deliberately irritating honk!, honk!, honk!!! of my morning alarm. So, we're at 6:33am by now. Brushing my teeth in the midst of that morning drowsiness might have taken 5 to 6 minutes, so 6:39 by now. Clothes off and into the shower, that was quick. I thought I took a quick shower—5 minutes?—, dried my hair and body and put a reasonable amount of my girlfriend's hair product on my curls. This couldn't have taken more that 3 minutes, plus 1 minute to throw jeans and t-shirt on. So, in min mind we're approximately at 6:48am. 

I came out of the bathroom and my girlfriend, after a lovely "good morning" in a sweet voice, said with a maliciously mocking tone: "Someone was hugging the bathroom today, huh?". It was 7:05am. Where did these 17 minutes go?! I was truly perplexed and a little embarrassed. I could have sworn I was quick as a lightning in the shower!—it was the showering, I know, that made time fly. Today I noticed how subjective time is when you are sleepy.

Day 2 - Smelling the Sunflowers

Today i noticed a beautiful, big big big sunflower growing in my neighbor's garden. To be fair with myself—and with anyone who cares to read— I had seen the sunflower already, but I hadn't taken a moment to sincerely appreciate it. For the past couple of weeks if woken up early (6:30am, no snoozing allowed) and gone for a walk. It takes me about 7 minutes from the moment the strident alarm takes me out of the comfort of my sleep until I brush my teeth, put pants on and leave my apartment—the brushing my teeth part I do in order to mentally wake up, rather than strictly for sanitary purposes, the putting pants on comes out of respect for my fellow human beings. So, I wake up and get out of my apartment, but even though it's been a couple of minutes since I got off my bed, my brain is still in dream land. I take the stairs down, a dangerous endeavor, now that I think about it, given my sleepy state, head out of the gate and make a left turn. My neighbor's garden, as it is to be expected, is next to my apartment, so when I'm striding past it my brain is usually still struggling and devoting most of it's power to coordinate one foot in front of the other. I had seen the sunflower before, but my desire to keep on going so I can go back to bed is usually stronger that my sense of appreciation for the beauty that surrounds me at 6:39am. 

Today I noticed the sunflower, stopped for a moment and really took it in. It was lovely

[Kirby: "smell the roses!"]

Day 3 - Chaotic Flight

Today I noticed the flight course of a fly

Observing the flight of a hummingbird is to my mind one of the pleasures in life. Some time ago I heard about the impressive heart rate of these birds, because of the energy necessary to flap their wings for their flight. Hummingbirds can stay static, suspended in mid air while flapping their wings at a ridiculous speed. The flight of a fly is very different from this, but no less beautiful for that.

I only had the privilege to witness the dance for a few seconds, for the fly decided to mind her own business and let me handle mine, and went away. I'm looking forward to my next encounter with one of these peculiar creatures, where I'll watch even a little closer.

Day 4 - Come out and play

Today I noticed that stories have power. Not that I'd been unaware of this, but every now and then I am reminded of this fact in surprisingly pleasant ways.

To begin at the beginning, I've been practicing and performing sleight-of-hand magic for the last 10 years of my life. At the beginning it was all about the cool moves I was able to do and the secrets that I knew and other people didn't know, but later in my development as an artist—as I continued to mature, I'd like to think— my focus shifted towards telling stories. Magic is nice as a visually amusing performance art, but I think that it can also serve to tell beautiful, moving and heartwarming stories (I read some time ago, a prolific magic author express his belief that "complex beauty can be expressed through magic". I agree with this fine gentleman).

Back to the present: I was tinkering, practicing and writing about the art of magic in my studio today. More specifically, I was working on an idea (the fact that nowadays more attention and energy is directed towards working on ideas and concepts, rather than moves and sleights make me really happy) that's been patiently waiting in my mind for a couple of years. The idea has been there, every now and then calling my attention like a child who can't wait to come out and play, but this particular creation was still too young and fragile. Today, at last, I hope, I have found a way to invite this idea to grow into something tangible. 

This rant initiated with the thought that stories have power. This idea of mine I consider a story. Not a traditional one though, as a fiction that has a marked and clear beginning, middle and end, but it definitely is something that, if successful, might take me and my audience through an enjoyable journey. 

Comments

Please sign in or sign up to comment.