Quicksandy time, always renumbered.
The Hebrew month of Ijar 5728 is our June 1968, counted from the birth of Christ. For Muslim people, Mohammed’s flight to Medina in 622 is the reference. The Egyptian calendar of the sun, the Babylonian calendar of the moon, Mayas, and the French Revolutionaries in 1789 each stand as an individual era in their own standard time.
Each human being puts his or her own birthday as the beginning of a new time on a scale of heartbeats.
Will this time stop existing when this beat ends?..... The essence of time is the process of living.
Is the time only an illusion hiding the human’s fear in front of the emptiness, reciting the spate of years to measure the abyss opened between the endless nothing and the eternal nothingness? ...
As for me, I put as « zero » the day of my first meeting with Marian Mudroch in Baden-Baden (Germany), just 20 years ago on the gregorian calendar. Day « half-zero » ten years later, moment of the first discussion with Rainer Junghanns in Györ (Hungaria). Day « quarter-of-zero » five years ago, date of the first email to Anelia Pavlova .... I felt all these zeros binding as a chain padlocking the space, ringing a nest of temporal twigs
where friendship was being born. Out of time, space, nationality, religion, race, sex, age ..... « art expresses the universal » wrote Aristote.
Since always, doesn’t each poet, philosopher, artist pursuit the same quest to the outside of the time, to a spiral or zigzagging instant? Which has no relationship neither with the absolute nor with the line of time. Which is his own « being-here-in-the-presend »
All the artists taking part in this project wrote me their happiness to cancel the cleavages in these difficult times. One second of war generates one year of suffering and one century of shamefulness. On the contrary, the art is carrying « epiphany. »