I am seeking direction, in many directions.
I take photos of mosaics on shop entrances on the America Ground nearby, surprising how many remain.
I think about thinking, and start designing a thinking cap.
Sound: The earth. An old Greenham song echoes in my mind. I spend an afternoon with sound engineer son-in-law to make a looped cd. Be good to see how this works, very experimental (read: first try).
Smell: I buy a bag of sweet smelling hay. A smell of the good earth.
I draw some more insects. Co-habitants of the earth. Coincidentally I am reading Clarice Lispector: The Passion of G H. This centres on the narrator coming face to face with a cockroach. I must draw some more.
Enough. I have another morning in Rock House today.
