Wednesday, 7 March 2012
A week or more ago I almost posted these photos and some other words, but went to sleep instead. Now a fat moon is rising over the rooftops in front of me, blueberry and vanilla bean ice cream is being made in the kitchen, and I will try again. Sometimes this computer just acts like two mirrors aimed at one another so that perfect living rooms and handmade dishes play out to infinity and it is better to sleep.
Oh, quiet days. Some of them are spent only painting wings, feather by feather, as new paintings gestate in some secret place. Most other days covering for people at work, counting the hours. Everyone is on holiday. And yet, all through the drudging hours I am secretly full of joy, pregnant with unmade paintings.
Yesterday we walked through the dark and gusting wind and pouring rain to listen to a free lecture. I had wrapped a scarf around my head and shoulders to keep off the rain, since there was too much wind for an umbrella, and when I went inside and took the scarf off, all the dye turned my hands black. Luckily that was the worst of it.
Enough shuffling about in shadowy winter, the sun pools in quiet places and lingers a little in the sky after the working day is through.