I love this lady. Marina Abramovic is a huge figure in the performance art world. Sensitive and wise and quiet and massively influential to me at a time when performance art was a major preoccupation of my mind. This video gives me the giggles, though that might be a fault of the editing. I realize how much I’ve changed.
I’ve been reading a lot on mindfulness lately. Mindfulness is the current buzzword and I’m trying to understand what people generally understand about mindfulness because the popularity of the word seems to have changed expectations of what meditation is. The bottom line is that mindfulness seems hugely misunderstood. I believe that many see it as meditation with the ‘religion’ removed, or the tradition, or the lineage removed, and so therefore safer. More palatable. We are, after all, very fearful beings.
In truth mindfulness has a very rich tradition which includes comprehension, and includes imagination. The more I’ve been reading about it, the more I started to feel that mindfulness is nothing more, or less than love. And then I listened to a talk by Michael Stone where he refers to mindfulness as a form of love. And that felt better to me.
Love matters more than being able to track body sensations, or eating a raisin very very slowly.
And that love feels to me to be a better integration of art & spiritual practices. I could better understand why I stopped making art and started communicating through teaching and through practicing together, and living in a community. I am inclined to agree with Henry Miller on forgetting yourself.
Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music – the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.