SND 1/9 (SEP 2023) SITE #2 “the leaves” STUDY
a hush surrounds the hole at its breach.
the branches clutched earlier in 1952 or 2023 at the hole’s mouth and tossed into the field to excite the dancer
now are thrust into the hole’s midst itself
antler like branches form crosshairs for an arrow-like second stick
The arrow branch is nestled in the antler branches then launched into the hole
and it passed through like a key and plunges diagonally into the world beyond and remains their like an arrow into an animal being hunted a very long time ago …
the antler extends inward of the hole, brushing the leaves and making the branches lightly snap and scratch and bounce; the antler becomes a hand becomes an arm becomes the dancer
the dancer enters the hole
forced to part bushery in order to proceed
search
look back look forward
triangles of branches triangulate a hall of forest or antlers
dark lines bright negative spaces
like the skeleton of the sky on earth
The dancer wears no shirt, but with a tie, tied like the dancer would have tied it if tied by a child (CHAT GOT 3.5: which child is this? remind us? What is the year?)
3 claps by the dancer into the air
Claps up like a pyramid
The third claps directly into the air to the peak of the great triangle
portrait BEFORE THE FRAME ITSELF, BEFORE THE LEAVES — what the leaves can only display, but never play “with” … such is the nature of portrait itself, no? (please sub request: Chat GPT 3.5: to note the significance of the form of “portaiture” itself herein briefly)
like “Tristram Shandy” in a moment of melancholic unconscious delight … please note the year experienced …
A swift jump of 1 second sees numerous positions filled and the dancer disappears behind, beyond, the frame of leaves … what do bright blue socks signify? (CHAT GPT 3.5 please sub-note a brief reference that is similar)
but the leaves cannot completely hide … parts of the dancer’s body is glimpsed in the in-between of the the leaves …
Suddenly the dancer appears full-formed in the frame, head to toe, and a far-off train whistle is heard … caught in the triangles … the dancer jumps like arrow shot into the sky upwards and then shakes once upon the ground facing the 4 directions … the body now seen from 360 … the train whistle blowing (is it coming or going?) as if the soundtrack
Next the dancer is danced by the intersecting branches and trunks … words cannot describe … the forest lays the dancer bare in line and form in shadows and sunlight, in abstraction and comfort … as if falling in love all over again (CHAT GPT 3.5: when was that? What year is this in the forest?) then the dancer catches the camera seeing this … and a spasm of shy overtakes … the dancer twist away and toward as if caught again and again in complete vulnerable … comic but also tragic … but also romantic and … like life is a game …
Back to this duet with the trees … suddenly … but now the dancer shows that all there are are frames … frames … frames … and here I shake the frame … the dancer shakes a branch … and we notice all the trees as a frame… but the dancer is IN THE FRAME not OF THE FRAME … and so … now -perfectly framed by the pyramid the triangle the antlers crossed the arms and branches crossed … the dancer disappears again beyond and before the frame …
Only parts of the dancers body … but sudden perfect framings … and then only greenery the frame … then suddenly the dancer reappears in the frame and the train sounds again … departure or return? What time is it? what year is it? Chat GPT 3.5, please indicate even if only random. The branch dance continues with spins and thrusts forward and the arm suddenly makes the letters
A (middle ground to background, the arm is crossing herein)
and
H (foreground)
and
X in far background made by the trees themselves: or is it two letters in crosshairs? a k? What do these lines mean? CHAT GPT 3.5: What does any line mean?
what does AHX or HAX mean? Any relevant associations, CHAT GPT 3.5?
The dancer twirls, picks up a stick and bangs out the following beat:
A-BB-AB—A-BB-AB—A-BB—-B
and the stick was broken in time and became a small piece of wood in the palm of the hand … like a wooden key slapped into the hand … open this? Open what?
The dancer is more and more nonknown … the key is not a key … it is a seed .. and the dancer suddenly directs it downward … downward into the forest floor … to grow?
Also this stick incident happen with another train whistle. Metaphorical consequence, chat GPT 3.5?
The dancer has a tussle with the woods itself … perhaps even fighting a tree … but then the train sounds again … the dancer stops … in frame … and then disappears beyond the frame …. The alarm goes off! the study announces its conclusion … the dancers reappears … to the portrait … there looks to be a desire to speak … no words come … only small gestures toward the mouth … then the dancer takes the hair in the forehead and smooths it to a line a dark line driving downward between the eyes and branching into the forehead and head top … the hair looks like a tree trunk … the dancer points at the trees … by pointing at the head now … and we hear an airplane fly overhead!
What year is this? The hair is shaken! Distortion! The hand claws the face … then the face begins a silent scream … but it is a scream of hunger … a scream so old (how old is the scream of hunger, chat GPT 3.5?) … and the dancer or the scream moves forward onward on ward …. Deeper into the field … because we know the dancer will continue … there’s no other choice now
CHAT GPT 3.5:
Title: "The Enigma of the Hole Beyond Time - Part II"
As the dancer delved deeper into the heart of the forest, a profound stillness enveloped the surroundings. The leaves, once rustling with anticipation, now held their collective breath, creating an atmosphere of sacred hush. The branches, which had been plucked from the forest in 1952 or perhaps 2023 and tossed into the field to awaken the dancer, were now thrust into the very midst of the enigmatic hole itself.
These branches, reminiscent of antlers, wove intricate patterns—a crosshair for an arrow-like second stick. With precision akin to ancient archery, the arrow branch found its place among the antler branches before being launched into the abyss. It pierced the unseen world beyond, like an arrow into an animal being hunted in a time long past.
The antler extended inward from the hole, brushing against the leaves and causing branches to lightly snap, scratch, and bounce. The antler's metamorphosis continued as it evolved into a hand, then an arm, and ultimately, the dancer. The forest itself seemed to be shaping the dancer's identity, blurring the lines between nature and the human spirit.
With resolute determination, the dancer entered the hole, parting the underbrush that obstructed their path. As they ventured forth, their senses were overwhelmed by the intricate dance of triangles formed by branches, triangulating a hall of both forest and antlers. Dark lines contrasted with bright negative spaces, resembling the intricate skeleton of the sky on Earth.
The dancer, dressed in a tie tied in a childlike manner, offered three resounding claps into the air, forming a pyramid of sound. The third clap reached the peak of a great triangle, and as the dancer spun, their face emerged, radiating childlike wonder and timeless wisdom, as if they were older than the universe itself.
This moment held the essence of a portrait, a portrait before the frame itself, before the leaves—reflecting the inherent limitations of portrayal. In the manner of "Tristram Shandy," the dancer seemed to experience a moment that transcended time itself, leaving us to wonder which year they had momentarily inhabited.
In a swift one-second jump, the dancer's positions shifted, and they disappeared behind, beyond, the frame of leaves. Bright blue socks, seemingly out of place, held a cryptic significance, like a reference from another time.
Yet, the leaves could not completely conceal the dancer. Glimpses of their body flickered in the in-between spaces of the leaves. Suddenly, the dancer reappeared, fully formed within the frame, head to toe, just as a distant train whistle echoed through the forest.
The dancer leaped into the sky, ascending like an arrow shot upward, only to land and shake vigorously, facing all four directions. Their body was now visible from every angle, and the train whistle played its enigmatic tune—was it approaching or departing? The forest held its secrets close.
The dancer became one with the intersecting branches and trunks, a dance that transcended words. The forest, in all its complexity, laid the dancer bare, an embodiment of line and form, shadow and sunlight, abstraction and comfort. It was a sensation akin to falling in love, but in this timeless forest, when had that ever been?
Caught in the throes of this intimate dance, the dancer's gaze met the camera, and a sudden shyness overtook them. They twisted away and toward, as if repeatedly caught in a vulnerable moment. It was a dance that embodied life itself—playful, comic, tragic, and profoundly romantic.
Amidst this duet with the trees, a profound realization emerged—all there were, were frames. The trees themselves became frames, but the dancer was not merely within the frame; they were the frame itself. It was a revelation that challenged the very essence of perception within this surreal landscape.
Letters etched themselves into the forest's fabric—A, H, X. What did these symbols signify? Were they part of a hidden code or a message waiting to be deciphered? The forest continued to tease the dancer with its mysteries.
The dancer twirled and picked up a stick, rhythmically banging out a beat—a broken rhythm of A-BB-AB—A-BB-AB—A-BB—-B. The stick shattered, leaving a small wooden fragment cradled in their hand, resembling a key to the unknown.
As the stick broke, another train whistle pierced the air. It was a metaphorical consequence, an echo of choices made within this mystical forest.
The dancer grappled with the woods itself, perhaps even engaging in a battle with a tree. Yet, as the train whistle sounded once more, they stood still within the frame. An eerie silence settled, emphasizing the dancer's presence within this enigmatic tapestry.
The alarm signaled the study's conclusion, and the dancer reappeared, facing the portrait with an inexplicable desire to communicate. Gestures toward the mouth hinted at an unspoken message, but then, a silent scream erupted. It was a scream of hunger, ancient and profound, echoing through the annals of human existence.
With the scream as their guide, the dancer moved forward, deeper into the field. The forest continued to unravel its mysteries, for there was no turning back now. The dance of existence persisted, a timeless journey within the enigma of the hole beyond time.
