merge/emerge
This bench was in front of an art gallery in Newcastle. I love the way it swoops out of the ground all of a piece, and the way it turned purple when i imported the photo.
Other benches in another part of town had lists of things to do on a bench written on glass behind them: read, dream, eat, talk etc. It was a bit presumptious, maybe, but all the same i appreciated the advice.
I'm finding it a challenge adjusting to not having constant pressures, demands and busy-ness for distraction and direction. (i know, waah! ;-P)
But the time to think brings a whole other kind of work with it...and constant marshalling of one's own resources to plod forward in the mist without anybody watching or waiting.
Other benches in another part of town had lists of things to do on a bench written on glass behind them: read, dream, eat, talk etc. It was a bit presumptious, maybe, but all the same i appreciated the advice.
I'm finding it a challenge adjusting to not having constant pressures, demands and busy-ness for distraction and direction. (i know, waah! ;-P)
But the time to think brings a whole other kind of work with it...and constant marshalling of one's own resources to plod forward in the mist without anybody watching or waiting.
posted by Elizabeth at 5:24 PM
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