“and he rose around noon when lunch was prepared and he shall be called sunny boy from this day forth!” - my parents, grandparents, brother and uncle
Time and its play with the natural rhythms has been a steady companion for me. I often felt out of synch with time - that of others, of convention and of industrial standard. I don’t proclaim some special bond with time or anything similar, but through the course of my life it has become an active ingredient I had to wrestle with. Siestas in Barcelona accompanied with midnight cenas, light in the sky until late at night during the summer months in the United Kingdom and a seven hour difference between my home in Austria and my temporary dwelling in Austin, Texas. There just wasn’t a way around confronting time and how it relates to natural rhythms (my own or environmental) when it kept creeping into my life and thoughts. Even from my early childhood my body craved a different rhythm than those around me. Sometimes for the better but more often the squeezing of my body into the rigid clock time of modern industrial civilisation caused more harm than I was able to be aware at that moment of my life.