Out of time
Besides the fact that art can offer us stillness, reflection and inspiration, art in turn asks us to take the time to wonder.
Joke J. Hermsen, writer and philosopher
I am on holiday at the time of writing this blog. A period par excellence to take the time, to get out of time, to grab a handful of silence, as artist Mark Rothko so beautifully puts it. One of the places where this worked out very well in recent weeks was on the Marker Wadden. More on that later.
For some time now I have been working on two photo projects in which the concept of 'time' plays a crucial role. For one project I travel into the Frisian landscape, for an exhibition in England next year I dive into the poetry of Emily Dickinson. 'Time' therefore keeps me quite busy and, now that I have delved into it in such a way, it appears to be that time is a common thread in my life: always (wanting to) arrive on time for an appointment, always looking for the balance between taking the time and feeling of running out of time; often feel rushed.
'True time only comes to life when the clocks stop', I read recently.
And now, during my holiday, I notice once again how nourishing it is when the clocks stop, when I take the time, when I slow down. Apart from how good that is for my body, it is also good for my creativity. The peace and quietness of a holiday in which I 'legitimately' put my phone on silent, do little to none social media and whatsapp and the aforementioned Marker Wadden made my head come to rest and my creativity came to life.
The Marker Wadden. New Land. A place where it seems as if time has already settled there. Or is it just a feeling of timelessness? This area has only been around for a few years and yet it feels like I am walking on an ancient island. New and old, time and timelessness, strength and vulnerability alternate here constantly. It is a place where I feel intensely that I am a guest. Cautiously and aware of a confusing experience of time, I explore, taking my time, in silence, this extraordinary new land.
And then, deeply impressed and with a camera full of images, I sail back to Enkhuizen in storm and rain.
My search for what time is, can be and can bring will continue for some time. The in-between 'time', the time that I am 'out of time', is my pre-eminent moment of creation. Over the past few weeks I have once again experienced how I long for this interim period, to take the time. A good intention to look this up regularly.
Viewing art also requires 'taking the time'. In the silence of time you enter a space that is far removed from the daily noise, far away from the daily madness of the day, to finally experience wonder and to be connect. Connect with the work of art, the artist, but above all with yourself. Think of it as nourishment for the soul.
This is my (first) imagination of the Marker Wadden. A place, for me, of rising new land, strength and renewal.
By taking the time you will see more and look differently