textural worship

when i talk about textural worship 

i talk about devotion to the pause

i point to

an orienting towards

slowing down

and feeling an aliveness in every cell

i would describe myself as an animist

not through a desire to believe in something 

but through acknowledgement of my direct experience of the world

an acknowledgement i see as essential for sanity

which i imagine looks quite different from the sterility of sanity prescribed by the powers that be

textural worship as an invitation back to the state of being i knew before i learned to overlay filters handed to me by the industrialising culture that raised me

a population already deeply immersed in sensorial shut down

for survival 

this feels like a love letter to those bodies as much as anything 

textural worship as fuel

for an inner fire that continues to forge me 

textural worship as a song of freedom

for souls

that have always longed to know the stars   

when i talk about textural worship 

i talk about reverence for and intimacy with

reality 

the kind of intimacy that blurs the line between internal and external

a kind of clear cognition that knows the body to be made up of it’s environment 

because it feels it 

and that feeling of

translates into conversation with

and that conversation with manifests into art

into embodying and expressing reverence through reciprocity

art as a calling to other bodies to join me

and sense into

textures of external landscapes

as invitations

into internal landscapes

of timelessness

this is what i know of art

and why this moment especially

beckons me

to make art 

as invitation into “self”

or soma

through textural worship

for bodies that 

could never

have never 

and do nothing but

long for