Yoko Ono's 13 Days Do-It-Yourself Dance Festival : 4th day
4th day in the afternoon
draw a large circle in the sky let us know the diameter of the circle (guess), direction and the color of the sky you were watching and the duration of your watching experience
i look to the window it is frosted glass the sky beyond is grey and loosing rain there is no sense of sky beyond the office i imagine other skies i have known with difficulty. The sky is different everyday. but i draw my circle. i keep it small the smaller it is the more circular it is the bigger it is the more it wobbles. Sometimes i aspire to be able to draw a perfect circle. but not too often. Perfection is not my thing. Now you ask the wife and you know its going to be perfect. Different people hold up the sky. Maybe that's why its different everyday. The sky is what we put in it. Or is it its own creation. i draw clockwise. i know that water goes down the drain clockwise in this hemisphere and wonder if i would draw anti-clockwise if i lived in the south. I guess the sky would be different there too. the sky is a summation of our differences and commonalities. i try to think blue but the greyness keeps crashing in. I am a realist. A pragmatist. This balances my idealism but is often greater. People see me as an idealist. I know the sky i transmit does not look the same to them. They define me by my idealism. They forget how long i've kept my ship afloat on the ocean. I didn't do that by being an idealist. I am aware that i could watch the sky all day and cogitate on the circles i am making. Or at least until i got hungry. But, i'm here at the office so, the sky watching must cease for now but i'll hold it in my mind as different folk come in to see how i can help them help themselves and when they ask i will look to my mental image of the sky and ask what they want to put into it.
my word verification today is mn cow biz. I remember science and remember the cows contribute to the sky too. the scientists might have us believe that we hold up the sky by farting
I drew a circle around a rainbow colored cloud, it was approx. 500 meters in circumference, I don't think it was a cloud, but something more wonderous.
I am not outside but I can picture it perfectly. The circle is at least 30 feet wide (and although I am in the Northern Hemisphere Detrich, I drew it counter clockwise just to see if it could be done.) I picture the circle a clean and perfect line and the top flies off, up into space revealing another sky. On the outside of the circle is blue with some white clouds. Inside the circle is black with many stars. It is like having my cake and eating it too, although I can't find the moon. I only watched for a couple of minutes.
That sky is huge. The circles are enormous, I am going to dive into it and concentrate hard on it's enormity and variety. No borders, just fantastic space, all that air, un-occupied by us. We can fly through it and it flies through us. Magic.
The Eastern afternoon sky was grey, so I drew a dark blue circle about 5 miles in diameter. The wind blew my circle along with the clouds, creating a slow waltz that drifted from my view after about three minutes.
When I count what's wrong with my life, I get totally depressed. When I count the good things, I feel like smiling and I do. Then I think, "well, it's not all that bad." Life is just a bowl of cherries. But when I see myself smiling in the mirror, I like myself more. Well, life is a roller-coaster. That's what I now think. Recently, I got a message that I was a king, and I should stop the battle, and appreciate my victory. Well, I should listen to this one. And you, too, my friend. We are all kings. The battle is the battle of goodness winning WORLD PEACE. At all times, find something that makes you laugh. Laughter is the best workout! Chimpanzees are wise to it. Are you?
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i look to the window
it is frosted glass
the sky beyond is grey and loosing rain
there is no sense of sky beyond the office
i imagine other skies i have known with difficulty. The sky is different everyday.
but i draw my circle.
i keep it small
the smaller it is the more circular it is
the bigger it is the more it wobbles.
Sometimes i aspire to be able to draw a perfect circle.
but not too often. Perfection is not my thing. Now you ask the wife and you know its going to be perfect. Different people hold up the sky. Maybe that's why its different everyday. The sky is what we put in it. Or is it its own creation.
i draw clockwise.
i know that water goes down the drain clockwise in this hemisphere and wonder if i would draw anti-clockwise if i lived in the south. I guess the sky would be different there too. the sky is a summation of our differences and commonalities.
i try to think blue but the greyness keeps crashing in. I am a realist. A pragmatist. This balances my idealism but is often greater. People see me as an idealist. I know the sky i transmit does not look the same to them. They define me by my idealism. They forget how long i've kept my ship afloat on the ocean. I didn't do that by being an idealist.
I am aware that i could watch the sky all day and cogitate on the circles i am making. Or at least until i got hungry. But, i'm here at the office so, the sky watching must cease for now but i'll hold it in my mind as different folk come in to see how i can help them help themselves and when they ask i will look to my mental image of the sky and ask what they want to put into it.
my word verification today is mn cow biz. I remember science and remember the cows contribute to the sky too. the scientists might have us believe that we hold up the sky by farting
Diameter: Changeable. It’s a smoke ring.
Direction: Expansive in all directions.
Color of the sky: Pure blue.
Duration: 3 minutes 09 seconds
Music: Shiranakatta
Taste: Chocolate ice cream
Touch: My own hands
Smell: The aroma coming out from the kitchen in the house opposite me.
I drew a circle around a rainbow colored cloud, it was approx. 500 meters in circumference, I don't think it was a cloud, but something more wonderous.
I think they're here ?
The diameter is infinite,
as I sit up in the "campo"
the colors changing,
arriba is blue,grey,
white, gold, silver.
La luz golden and sparkling,
as we enjoy a 'monkeys wedding"
or "luz de brujas".
Tiempo, toda la tarde,
all afternoon,
un dia libre,
me encanta,
loving it.
Direction is
abierto,
open.
I am not outside but I can picture it perfectly. The circle is at least 30 feet wide (and although I am in the Northern Hemisphere Detrich, I drew it counter clockwise just to see if it could be done.) I picture the circle a clean and perfect line and the top flies off, up into space revealing another sky. On the outside of the circle is blue with some white clouds. Inside the circle is black with many stars. It is like having my cake and eating it too, although I can't find the moon. I only watched for a couple of minutes.
But I am still breathing.
Jorge: I think I have a spiritual crush on you ;)
one moment
one dime-sized circle
around the new moon
hanging in a cornflower
blue sky
direction?
thataway
That sky is huge. The circles are enormous, I am going to dive into it and concentrate hard on it's enormity and variety. No borders, just fantastic space, all that air, un-occupied by us. We can fly through it and it flies through us. Magic.
It's not exactly afternoon anymore,
it's 6pm.
But I should Imagine drawing a 3ft circle in the sky at sunset when the sky is pink and orange.
The Eastern afternoon sky was grey, so I drew a dark blue circle about 5 miles in diameter. The wind blew my circle along with the clouds, creating a slow waltz that drifted from my view after about three minutes.
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