“An artist does not create the way he lives, he lives the way he creates.” – Jean
Lescure

The following is my reflection on ākāśa storyperformance practice which we have tried develop over the past decade through research, multiple workshops attended by people from many disciplines from around the world and performances.

The header photo is of Bibhas Mukherjee, shot by Baishampayan Saha.

The current iteration of this is the iLOGY quantum storyperformance workshop.

iLOGY (ākāśa) storytelling – where the storyteller illuminates the essence of the a story by himself becoming the light of revelation and dwells as the sound of contemplation within the audience. The process of to burn like the camphor and make the solid objectives disappear into the void again. It is out of this void that the breath of life and its various possibilities will emerge however with the stories as a compass and filter for reflection. Stories are the space of consciousness – at least momentarily. Consciousness is the function of sound (and silence), words, lights, shapes(forms), mantra(chanting). As we puncture the air with words and gestures that which was neither silent nor sounding, we are under the illusion of creating a consciousness and then we have the faith to live with this consciousness, which is beyond the words and the expression of it then which expresses is not limited to words. It is not to create colonies of the words, but to liberate us from such. Stories are the ”ether of Ananda in which all breathe and live”. In this effort of liberation we paradoxically forge stronger relationship with words and other consciousness which may speak other languages which we do not comprehend but then since we understand very little, we tell ourselves stories. Now language is somehow connected with our past – it developed from our need to encode our movements and stratagem of survival and extend – ours in the sense of not human but of post human as well. So then we always told stories. The consciousness of poets and philosophers whose stories have transmitted through ages hold in them some universal faith, for otherwise they wouldn’t survive. However they don’t exhaust possibilities of stories which exist and existed. It is in the consciousness of the rosik (the one who decodes the sensual essence of an unfolding event) that stories form and it is the rosik (stories live through bodies and senses, it gets passed on, not only in the vykhari, but they remain in the para floating and nesting in the ether, inaudible to us but touching us on on skins and there are beings who listen and who in turn respond in languages and frequencies we don’t know) who tells stories. “There are 20 billion animals in the world, maybe 3 trillion tress with their roots, flowers and everything that comes with it, 8.2 billion people in this world, numerous rivers, mountains, infinite number of particles and things in this cosmos which humans cannot count”– all of them are rosiks, they sense and tell stories and we all suffer each other, don’t we? more or less.

Sudipto Dawn

Dec 2025

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