Tuesday, May 09, 2017

March, a shopping trip

March; a trip to mainland that looked like the islands, trees shrouded in mist, paper leaves clinging to bare branches, moss dripping in silent forests like streamers after the party. 

An ancient valley, standing stones and chambered cairns and circles carved in stones by busy hands 5000 years dead. 

Forts long gone, the footsteps of Kings, dusty light blanketing dormant fields. 

Hillsides mirrored in frozen water, colours siding into colours, the world doubled over upon itself, the sky beckoning below our feet. 

A perfect farm, a serendipitous stay, a dog to befriend and a phone call telling us yes, the boat would be ours. 

Dreams realised, a search ended, imagination sparked, a story begun. 

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

January.


In January I - 

looked after a dog
decided I am not for two dogs
gave the dog back 
missed the dog 

shot a roll of fim
spent two days in the dark room
had some quite vivid and unpleasant dreams about being back at art school 
fantasized about going back to art school

lost hope
found hope
lost hope
(repeated infinitely with a distinct plummet in the overall trajectory starting around the 21st) 

turned 32
put my neck out
gained a dress size


How was your month?