Dissected Soul by Theda Tammas @ Split Screen Installation Space
Theda did it again
I have little time to blog at this moment, but I simply had to do this one even so. Because Theda Tammas did it again. Blowing me away with an incredible powerful installation at Split Screen Installation Space. Dividni Shostakovich also did it again of course, by choosing Theda as follow up of ‘Everywhere and nowhere’ by the also always excellent exhibitor JadeYu Fhang. His choice for quality above quantity and popularity in SL really makes me happy. It is the kind of works that really get under your skin, or in this particular case, connect with your soul, hence the title of this new installation: ‘Dissected Soul’.
There was no special opening, which is very cool in fact, because openings always are a bit bad for really seeing a work and more a social venue leading attention away from it all. The notecard that was sent however contained a quote from a poem by Fernando Pessoa called ‘I don’t know how many souls I have’. It reminds me a bit at another poem by Pablo Neruda: ‘We are many’. Both poems refer at how hard it is to actually define ourselves as person, character and living being, because we have so many faces, identities and emotions, it is impossible to say: ‘This the real me’. We never are the same ME, only a variation on the other ME’s. Our soul contains many souls which makes us who we are. A soulful existence never stops expanding itself with new pieces of us. We adjust, adapt, dedicate or abandon. We reject and accept, love and hate, laugh and cry, leaving traces of our emotional DNA behind around us. We are affected by theirs, they are affected by ours and thus new strings of DNA will grow into our souls, rebirthing us or destructing us, feeding us or exhausting us, but always unique and different. Sometimes we can feel like torn apart due to all these different emotions inside of us. Dissection causing confusions and fears, sadness and anger, hope and desperation. In the best case we regain ourselves and recreate our soul into a newer stronger way. But no guarantees. We can fall apart as well another day or year and lose control on repair. That’s life, wonderful and terrible. That’s us. Also in Second Life. Maybe even more, because we depend on restricted versions of ourselves here lacking many options we do have in RL.
I DON’T KNOW HOW MANY SOULS I HAVE – FERNANDO PESSOA
I don’t know how many souls I have. I’ve changed at every moment. I always feel like a stranger. I’ve never seen or found myself. From being so much, I have only soul. A man who has soul has no calm. A man who sees is just what he sees. A man who feels is not who he is.
Attentive to what I am and see, I become them and stop being I. Each of my dreams and each desire Belongs to whoever had it, not me. I am my own landscape, I watch myself journey – Various, mobile, and alone. Here where I am I can’t feel myself.
That’s why I read, as a stranger, My being as if it were pages. Not knowing what will come And forgetting what has passed, I note in the margin of my reading What I thought I felt. Rereading, I wonder: “Was that me?” God knows, because he wrote it.
No more words needed than above. Just go and see for yourself.
Do use the the regional Windlight Setting and enough Draw Distance. It is essential to see the work in the way it has to be seen.
Thank you Theda and Dividni for a very impressive experience.