The Topography of Tears is a study of 100 tears photographed through an optical microscope. The project began in a period of personal change, loss, and copious tears. One day I wondered if my tears of grief would look any different from my tears of happiness – and I set out to explore them up close, using tools of science to make art and to ponder personal and aesthetic questions.
Years later, this series comprises a wide range of my own and others’ tears, from elation to onions, as well as sorrow, frustration, rejection, resolution, laughing, yawning, birth and rebirth, and many more, each a tiny history.
The random compositions I find in magnified tears often evoke a sense of place, like aerial views of emotional terrain. Although the empirical nature of tears is a chemistry of water, proteins, minerals, hormones, antibodies and enzymes, the topography of tears is a momentary landscape, transient as the fingerprint of someone in a dream. This series is like an ephemeral atlas.
Roaming microscopic vistas, I marvel at the visual similarities between micro and macro realms, how the patterning of nature seems so consistent, regardless of scale. Patterns of erosion etched into earth over millions of years may look quite similar to the branched crystalline patterns of an evaporated tear that took less than a minute to occur.
Tears are the medium of our most primal language in moments as unrelenting as death, as basic as hunger, and as complex as a rite of passage. They are the evidence of our inner life overflowing its boundaries, spilling over into consciousness. Wordless and spontaneous, they release us to the possibility of realignment, reunion, catharsis: shedding tears, shedding old skin. It’s as though each one of our tears carries a microcosm of the collective human experience, like one drop of an ocean.
I’m pleased if my artwork has something to add to a larger conversation, and if public interest helps motivate scientific inquiry that ultimately leads to deeper insight about the language and content of our tears. Then it’s the best meeting of art and science. I’m not making any scientific claims in my work though, nor any declarations about anything except perhaps the poetry of life.
© Rose-Lynn Fisher 2013-2015
Kangi, perhaps with the closing of the school, the teachings from our animal guides has completed itself… i wrote this story to say thanks to you and them for all the play and crazy laughter… love… – Miyaca
One day raven flew down and stole the sun and stars from a rich man hoarding them under some trees. he flew away, but soon the weight of both was too much for his wings so he shook the sun out to the west and watched it go down. he flew all night through the dark and fell asleep by the river.
just then coyote walked by. “hey, raven, want to smoke some tobacco?” raven loved to smoke. coyote brought out his pipe but when raven reached to take it, the stars came tumbling out. raven quickly gathered them up, telling coyote how he got them. “that’s quite a story!” coyote exclaimed. he loved stories. just then, the sun came up in the east blinding them both, but not before coyote snatched four of the stars from raven’s pile. they smoked the pipe and went on their ways.
raven flew into a terrible storm and lost all his stars to Wakinyan, the thunder bird, who swallowed them and spit them out one by one as bright lights across the sky. to this day, raven prefers to fly under the clouds. to stay in the dark and not remember his shame.
coyote spent many days with the four stars hidden in his tobacco pouch. he didn’t want to share them with anyone. when he finally brought them out, Waziya, the north giant, chased him down and killed him, but not before coyote managed to throw them away to different directions.
Waziya tracked the north star and keeps it there to this day. Wambli, the eagle, grabbed one and placed it in the east as wope, the morning star. these two are the brightest stars.
what happened to the other two remains a bit of a mystery. some say raven had enough magic to steal the one in the west, and keep it in his secret cave. that’s why he likes the west so much. some say coyote had enough trickery to track the south star and bury it there with his tobacco. that’s why wherever he goes, he’s always heading south.
but the wise ones say Wakantanka, the great spirit, put them so high in the sky that neither trickster could ever snatch them. for the stars belong to everyone and must shine so that all the people can see, and remember forever, the light.
Trance Dance is a unique blend of body movement, healing sounds, dynamic percussive rhythms, transformational breathing techniques and the innovative use of a blindfold or bandana – together stimulating a ‘trance’ state that promotes spiritual awakenings, mental clarity, physical stamina and emotional well-being.
TANTRA y la consciencia se adentra en el eterno presente lleno de energía, ternura, fuego, amor y eternidad…
Os presento un bellísimo video grabado por Johan Planefeldt en el Encuentro de julio 2013, Hombres y Mujeres con Astiko y Jordi en Els Elements – Barcelona.
Gracias a todos los que habéis mostrado vuestro precioso ser para que este poema de amor y consciencia haya sido creado.
thanks to: tantrawithastiko
El agua es un espacio fantástico para que los niños se desarrollen al tiempo que fortalecen vínculos con sus padres. Iniciarse en la actividad acuática desde que son bebés les ayuda en su desarrollo psicomotriz.
LEONARMI Escuela de Educación Física Integral.
Actividades para Bebes y Escuela de Padres
thans to: ENRA
Performamce & Choreography: Saya Watatani, Maki Yokoyama
Director: Nobuyuki Hanabusa
Animator: Seiya Ishii, Nobuyuki Hanabusa