journal by julius :: february 14th 2012
for someone who has left for another space and who always has a space in my heart...


journal by yong wei :: february 14th 2012
creating a dynamic wall of light through motion
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rehearsal :: february 12th 2012

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journal by yong wei :: february 10th 2012
playing with light
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journal by chinhuat :: february 6th 2012



rehearsal :: february 5th 2012







journal by yong wei :: february 4th 2012
riding around the light, the shadow always return on the linear path, round and round, on a straight line.
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journal by yong wei :: february 1st 2012
a space so grounded, yet artificial, perhaps an illusion.
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a downlight falls with the assistance of the gravity, settling my body, here and now with a gentle touch of arrival. i sense the contact of the ground, an energy flowing through, down and under with a rising force lifting my breath into the empty space. here i begin, silence and stillness, motivating the uncertain future of motion, sounding the next exploration in void. i open my arms, extending all fingers outward, waiting for the space to return a hug. laying my head in the negative space, extending the left leg diagonally backward, reaching far end of the kinesphere, i fold my right hip, moving towards the floor in a spiral. i kneel, with both my knees, gaze descends on the floor to the right where my right hand rest upon. i continue without hesitation, folding my right elbow follow the trail of the gaze with the rest of my body. i collapse. i sweep along the surface, folding and extending all possible joints that come to my conscious, pushing and pulling with the resistance, my body-space travels from its static position. i trace within the motion, with my head initiating, describing on the plane with a contrast spherical perception. the chaotic sphere, on which the head set on, agitated the spine, limbs stretch, holding softly to the emptiness while body toss in random order. the space, i notice, bounded by four walls, ceiling and floor, yet not able to tell which is front or back, left or right. i run, in all possible habitual outline. the running continues, while the time pause. a particular spot attracts my attention, drawing my footsteps towards. i take a definite step on it, slowly and carefully, opening my gaze into the void. i settle in a fake stillness, lungs expanding and contracting, a small dance within. listening to my breath, a dialogue with the space, perhaps the architecture of sounded silence, a voice, a music that i have just dance with. the downlight fading out, lifting my right foot, i step out and exit the space...


journal by dorothy :: january 30th 2012
i suppose everyone had some kind of fantasy in adventuring when they were young, i know i did. i lived in rural chua chu kang when i was young, it was the era of zinc-roof houses, large grassy yards, weeds and mimosa and lallang growing wild, and being surrounded by tall trees everywhere you go. i recall one evening, as i was cycling along the roads in the neighbourhood, i noticed that i was cycling towards the setting sun. the sun was a deep orange, the bottom quarter hidden by trees & houses, but the visible part was rendering the surrounding sky in hues of pink and amber, then reds and purples against an ever deepening blue. as i cycled towards the ever-so-slowly-but-surely-disappearing sun, i began to wonder: if i cycle very, very, very fast, across lands and houses, over trees and even the sea, would i catch up to the sun one day and see it whole? would i be nearer to it? or would the sun be always at the horizon, just that bit out of reach, tantalizing me with its glorious colours, telling me: "come, chase me!"? my naive youth of chasing the setting sun...


journal by yong wei :: january 29th 2012
the body-space: images (draft 1)


journal by yong wei :: january 28th 2012
looking up into the sky, a spherical space wrap around by a continuous fabric, containing bodies within, a glimpse of lighten experience of existence. space, a rotating earth, i am standing here, moving along with you. my skin, lifted and permeable, a space, sunk in, deep into the emotion of emptiness. what is it? not a word to describe. what it is, perhaps, a big question, with zero answer. i continue, sky above, earth rotates, space still...uncertain.


excerpts from a letter :: dorothy
I am involved in a production called SPACE.
'Space' in Chinese is made up of two characters or words: 空間。
空 (khong) = empty / emptiness
間 (chien) = interval / slot
and the character 間 is made up of two words: 間 = 門 (merng) + 日 (rih) i.e. door + sun / day.
So the meaning of space has this image of : The sun behind closed doors In emptiness. poetic, huh? :)

i know i am a terrible writer since i don't write often, but i have become a member of fan of dan nemteanu in facebook, so i'm aware & updated on your happenings, thru postings made by yr friends & neighbors! do the distance is not that long/large, though this is mostly on my side, since u don't touch the Internet... i will write again to update u of the progress & outcome. :)

journal by chinhuat :: january18th 2012





journal by yong wei :: january 17th 2012
arriving into the empty-space. i sense the motion of the fabric wrapping around, a gentle slide along my skin, inspiring the body cells to move, pushing, driving through the softness, empty guidance. for a moment, i hug the space with a hug in return.



shadow, the edges of light, mechanical world in a dream place that run through chains, continuous line moving to and fro, creating motion. the space alive, moving, breathing, swinging, moving, on a concrete surface, tender and soft, define by the edges of light.
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my mind is running, nowhere and everywhere. i couldn't put it to rest. i open my eyes, a moment of silence, it stops suddenly. returning to darkness with care, in hope that it will continue to rest. please stop, my body cries. please. soon enough, it starts running again. flashes here and there, in the empty space, a dreamy world. i realize, it is not in my control nor my will. i just have to let it run.
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journal by yong wei :: january 15th 2012
i have a story to share, texts not meant to be heard, at least not to be understood. it may not be related, to you, perhaps some connection to be linked. wait a moment. let me finish the story before you decide. wait.


journal by yong wei :: january 14th 2012
a mathematical description of space

Euclid Thirteen Books of The Elements:
Definition
Book I
1. a point is that which has no part
2. a line is breadthless length
3. the extremities of a line are points
4. a straight line is a line which lies evenly with the points on itself
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14. a figure is that which is contained by any boundary or boundaries
15. a circle is a plane figure contained by one line such that all the straight lines falling upon it from one point among those lying within the figure are equal to one another
16. and the point is called the centre of the circle
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if a point has no part, does it mean that its value is '0'. if that is the case, how does 0+0+0+...0 form a line which has a part? if a point has no part, how significant is the centre of the circle? is it possible to locate its position when it has no part?

what is the philosophical approach to these definitions of space?
what is the point to all these questioning, searching, exploring?
if it is pointless, then there is a part. where then can we locate the 'part'?
if there is a point, but it has no part, does it mean it is nothing after all? perhaps an illusion?


journal by yong wei :: january 9th 2012
空 (kong): emptiness
間 (jian): between / an interval

空間: emptiness in between interval (time)???

why is it called "空間"? could it be that the idea of spacetime is already discovered way before Einstein? what about the concept of relativity? how then did that happen? could it be, that the answer lies deep within us, inside our own body?

random text for nothing from something:
there is nothingness, not really, there is always something, even if nothing is claimed. standing here, now, time is still. wait. time does not exist. not in seconds, minutes or hours. not the needles that run on the surface of 12 numbers, wait again, there is, but 'now', repeating itself here, there. a loop indeed, not a circle, perhaps more of a spiral, infinite. the loop, where is the beginning, where is the end? indeed, a loop. maybe i could use a mathematical formula to describe it, but it does not matter, it is not important anyway. again, standing here, now, in stillness, moving, moving still, stop stopping, i stood, no, i lie. i can never stood. i stand, here, there, in the now. there is nothing, its really easy to remember, there is always something, even when nothing is claimed. that's why i remember, some nothing in the memory. what is it? where? what? nowhere, nothing actually. just is. some nothing. it's that simple. i will explain, but its unimportant.


journal by chinhuat :: january 8th and 9th 2012









snapshot taken by yong wei :: january 4th 2012