Dreaming of Gravity

One: I'm at a windy East-coast beach following a group of family and friends. As I climb a dune I feel my feet loosing their hold on the earth. I start to lift up, now gently grasping at the sand with my hands. In a state of intrigued bewilderment.
Two: I'm at an empty German train station, waiting with my mom and brother. In the next moment I am as flat as a sheet of paper and floating across the tracks.
Flight. Who hasn't at some point had some variation of these dreams. Or looked in awe at a bird in mid air, or sat in an airplane and looked all the way down.
However, flight - with all its powerful emotions and symbolism - is nothing but the temporary escape from gravity. Our dreams of flight are merely dreams of escape from this strange elastic relationship to the earth (every time we lift a limb, it is pulled right back down) - escape from this elemental force that plants us so firmly on our feet. I am shocked at how heavy my body is. Everything is so heavy. We dream of floating because we don't want to fall down ever again.
There are a lot of posts on spacecollective regarding gravity. For those of you in the Los Angeles area and interested in the topic, I recently went to the Gravity Art Show at Telic which showcased about 30 conceptual art videos - playing in a constant loop, all gathered under one tidy roof and jammed on top of one another on industrial steel shelving. Walking into the space is a sight and sound to behold - and you soon find yourself moving from monitor to monitor, watching and hearing cement blocks, people, flower petals, television sets, fluorescent light bulbs and the like fall and fly endlessly through the air... before making inevitable impact.
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