Sunday, 8 August 2010

Strange Island




So why does it always take so long to get to this - to write and get a feel of archiving ideas and thoughts - that otherwise will just disappear.. Soon, I know my doorbell will ring and I will have to go.. open the door, speak, get involved.. etc etc. One thing leads to another.

Holidays, summer, sun etc.

Been there done that.

I hear the vehicle coming down the road now, bell will ring any minute now.I am writing even faster than before (if that is possible!). So, where was I......

Here, I am here.

Where are you?

I am trying hard to behave, keep myself doing the things I should do - such as at least look over work notes, financial urgencies and other such trivialities. All I can think of is the way my stomach felt when I walked into the Gropen shop a couple of days ago - that's where all the ideas were waiting for me. I almost heard them and certainly felt them, pictures, textures and the simplicity. Always simplicity. That stuff others - or, pardon me, most people dismiss or simply oversee.

More later.. doorbell to attend.