Walking Home is an idea, a dream if you will, what I am interested in is how dreams or concepts exist in reality. Does the dream fall apart for the viewer or the artist if the artist fails to walk all the way, if that path is broken by a train or a ferry.
For now I must be honest for I have had to take a train across some of France due to unpleasant swelling on my feet and a certain schedule to attempt to stick to. In the past two days I traversed the distance between Laon and Reims and am slowly discovering how to use my footsteps as a rhythm for my mind and the landscape before me as a canvas for my imagination. I am slowly devising ways of showing this thing to people after the fact.
Things I wish I had brought with me No.3 A Compass.
