dots dots

The "dots dots" are an interval, a pause, a hesitation, perhaps a hint of embarrassment. Three climbing holds are hammered into the wall horizontally, equally spaced, next yo each other; similar to three suspension points, they allow neither an ascent nor a descent. Blue reminds me of the thin blue line in children's drawings. They call it "sky"... We rush everywhere and it is often difficult to stop and simply stay in one point, perhaps suspended from the ground, without necessarily having to go somewhere. Thinking only of gravity, of weight, of a thought that, who knows, might come. I would like to always keep three points close at hand and, while waiting, think of the nakedness of my mind as a clear and full space. You stick, stay there for a while... I think they have a cathartic power.