I am really interested in the possibility that Shakespeare may have written A Midsummer Nights Dream in a cave in Clydach.
Then on a stroll earlier I was considering the act of walking while reading and so therefore feeling my way along. This is how I often do things unthinkingly when tired, instead of fully seeing where I am going, acting as if half blind. It would add difficultly if I made it on bumpy terrain. Perhaps even a cave.
I often think that I need to quit the writing. Then I just carry on. Looks like I’m wrong or self-destructive or both!
Basically I try all the methods available to me. Writing. Painting. Printing. Video. Photography. I am following my nose. Whatever form I need to do, I do. Playful works for me with my words. I can express myself fluidly in text (when not under pressure) and in dance. Dance, like music, has no direct representative quality, but can be highly visually perceived.
