Rope and Ripple

Okay, we'll meet in the afternoon, Saturday at the museum, it is lovely outside. However, not as unforgivable lovely as it had been the week before. Then, it seemed to be inexcusable to stay indoors. After all, just a few people came to the museum and we did not make much progress. Besides, we had visitors.

But now, this very Saturday, when I get there I am hoping to see all the people who promised to be there. I can't wait to find out how we'll proceed: more tracks, giving new directions.

And at 6 pm sharp - yes, quite a bit had happened. When we took off, those walls were clearly signified and we had been quite a few people, working together.

At the ripple too - I didn't joke around that much, however some were dancing in pairs and synchronously on the ladder. Gold foil underneath - emergency! - made us sweat. Seriously - try to work on emergency gold … Kneeling on the ground we were heated. Our faces, well refreshed, rosy and warm. The water - not cooling - turned white and blue.

The wave will turn out right. We decided on the colors, following Hokusai's directions - most of the time. Over and again, things happen - our own individual thoughts and swings turn into waves on the wall. Things will definitely work out in the end - it's water after all, finding its flow, mounting up and crushing.

For a long time I see nothing but the museum attendant's legs; sitting in an alcove. Only later, she is looking around sort of uptight. And again I wonder - does she believe we won't be able to make it? Is it too big? Too much? - it is a long way.

At the other side of the room, they're building a bridge. It is leading across the ocean. Thin as a stretched rope.

However, people take to that bridge from East to West. Something urges them to enter it. To enter death, as it is only a thin rope and no bridge. They drown in the ocean and never reach a shore.

All the while, the museum's attendant is walking around, looking around in silence, looking at the relentless flow of water and how we're painting waves.

It is only when we leave, when the museum closes, that she suddenly has that affirmative smile, looking at us seeming pleased. That is reassuring me, it is infectious in a way.

Does she like what is coming to life here? The movement and the rolling wave?

It is rolling - that is for sure.