Trains are still down.
Its been a weird couple of days. I was funnily enough pretty wiped out after the weekend protest. I know its weird but I think its being so on edge and having no idea what I was walking into that stressed me, completely. If i had to go again I think Id be a lot more at ease.. conscious of my surroundings but not to the point of anxiety.
I bought a little clay yesterday and started to play around with some abstracted forms of the cylindrical seals that had taken my fancy at the museum. I used surfaces around the studio and cite to embed patterns and shapes allowing these scrolls to tell a tale of place and time. I then got carried away and started to carve out the 2 week old bread that id been drying for some elaborate cheese pudding I was planning to make….* Id really like to make a cylinder seal that would be as tall as a gallery is wide and have it roll the length of the gallery! Imprinting a visual onto the floor….
Today I walked back down the route of the march on Saturday and only recognised a few markers without the hordes. I did find a pet shop and grabbed a pressie! The walking feels now aimless and thanks to a lovely message I think Im on my 90% done! Im frustrated and annoyed and am feeling im not getting anything out of my daily strolls.. thats a lie.. theres always something.. But the walking itself feels routine, even with different directions. After a couple hours of aimlessness I head back. I know my minds now focused on Mats arrival and wont be able to budge until I get to see him ( I know gross ) Im in a holding pattern till Sunday morning..
I headed to the BHV (with my loyalty card ;) smirky, smirky) to grab some more wool to occupy my hands at least.... As I stood in line I could hear the young guy speaking behind me, I pardoned my self in utter confusion I didn’t grasp anything…I said that I couldn’t speak french, he kept going with a strange look, gesticulating, it was after the third pardon I realised he was on the phone.. I didn’t see the ear buds…OMG i blushed and turned back around I hoped at least it was fun for the others in the queue!! that constant feeling of humiliation with a language barrier..
Back in the studio back to contemplating surroundings and a bit of conversations podcast to fill the air. I cant wait to see you.