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Syed Zaman
Artist Statement
Lost, Last
I wish I could turn it back and turn it around. Is it too late?
I can only sigh, relent, repent, look back, turn back.
There’s nothing. Just words of silence----
But silence does not exist for me, for its presence speaks to me----
Contradicts.
Conspires to unravel my soul and makes me give it my
Confessions.
There is no end to this story.
Its sounds struggle to move, to become movements like motions, sensations of sensations, moments within moments.
It inspires rain to become a crescendo----
One that permeates throughout the empty spaces in my body with desire of things past.
Then, there were these big, wide spaces in which I saw myself.
Now, in these spacious insinuations, I find myself----
Lost happily----
Shapes…lines enclosing.
Mama can you help me please?
I have answered questions that could not have been answered without the fear of becoming null, not being able to question.
These answers long to be a short story----
But short stories don’t exist for me.
Turning it around, but not turning it back, knowing that I can stay for as long as I want----
Leaving marks----
Physicalizing space with my body turns the passage of time into something tangible; something I could see, hear, and feel; something within which all elements, the body moving, the breath holding the body, audience interaction, and the personal relationship I possess with my materials are in communion with each other.
In my work, I get an impulse to gather both inner and outer experience, delve into the personal and grapple with undercurrents of sadness and longing, release feelings that have accumulated over a long period of time in order to understand the overwhelming flood of feelings that continuously courses through my body, and at the same time, captures the full trajectory of the human potential of movement.
I undergo familiar raptures, misery, and an inherent complexity. My life is then witnessed as the compression and expansion of human activity by mere strangers in a confined and multilayered space I create by turning the eye both inward and outward; in which I explore the value of emotions by allowing the “eye” and “I” to become identical and ascend to the unknown, reside in it, and fall from it.
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