Ouroboros//Body_404

Two human figures, entangled, holding and relying on each other. They appear fragmented—displayed in parts and arranged in a repeated formation. Their movement traces a rotation: first clockwise, then counterclockwise, ultimately returning to the starting position. A cyclical motion suggesting a fresh beginning, yet acknowledging time’s inescapable nature—a loop we’re caught within.

When first taking the picture, my camera was shaky.

Dizzy spells, an error in the system, a distortion in perception, a glitch.
Slow. Motion.

Though time, carrying on at its usual pace – reliably, uninterrupted, indifferent.
Moving. Forward.

This dissonance between internal and external realities, between internal disruption and external continuity, became central to the piece: a meditation on the disconnect between felt experience and the steady rhythm of being.

Echoing sounds and a metronome underpin the piece, humming and ticking at 60 beats per minute.
Resting heart rate.
The rhythm set at triple meter, recalling the organic swing of nature, a pulse that is both meditative, familiar, grounding.
It offers orientation, a sense of resolution,
echoing a pulse we all carry.

We push and pull, we disjoint and atune.
Revolving in circular motion.

Spending time. Taking the time. Lost time. Never enough time.
A continuous flow of interconnected events, past and future.

Like the ouroboros, we are caught in the act of returning, biting our own tails—endings folding into beginnings, again and again.