LIKE THE ORACLE OF DELPHI, whose prophecies were fueled by vapors rising from the earth, ritual communion with the material creates the gateway toward the oracular. After all, at its root, enthusiasm is divine possession. Here, however, there is no prophecy – or at least none outside our own breathing, interpreting, preserving, disrupting, or staving off the mundane. We continually excavate existing architectures for our personal and collective work, preexisting as it does within our bodies, each contact zone, history, as well as that which exceeds the archive – the visible horizon of being we find ourselves perpetually pulled toward. The drone of cicadas reaches a fever pitch, the crickets grow softer in their rhythms. In acts of listening we counter that of power and control to create a space not of sovereignty but receptivity, self-possession, possibly. We make ourselves visible to ourselves, uttering (in all our forms, tongues, songs) to alter reality.
THE AURICLE AT ART FARM is a space for such listening, such material communion – a ritual space for creative processing. Bring your queries – aesthetic, spiritual, existential, personal – to the auricle.
Listen for an answer.
Each of the objects in the Auricle has been contributed by a resident at Art Farm. As the poet Jack Spicer insists, magic is something we do among ourselves.