And although the air that I breathe now isn't refreshing me, I know that one day soon it will. And despite the heavy bags beneath my eyes that embody my tired spirit I know that soon they will be gone. The fidgeting that comes with boredom, stress and loneliness will pass and I know I'll be still once more, and soon.
The leaves will still brown and trickle to the ground where they crunch into pieces which are taken away on the winds, the waves will still churn up the bays and the shores, they will still clash and spray, the wind will still whip and whirl running wild through the towns and the people within them, and of course the rain will still pour and drench cold wet and heavy.
And just because I am sad now, and just because I am stressed doesn't mean I don't hear the birds chirping and flitting in their nests. Just because my eyes glimmer with tears and my nails are stumps laced with powdery skin doesn't mean I don't feel the soft embraces of those who care. I may feel numb and broken but I know that the cracks inside me can be filled with the cement that beauty allows.
And when I am better, and when I feel well, I will thank the sadness and the tears and I will learn from them. But hopefully they won't return again soon.
The layers of time - how to write that so it sounds good? So it's as impressive as when I saw those illustrated layers. How it just stopped me in my tracks. A kind of peeling, yes, but that's also lazy. It was more gutsy than all the language that has hit this paragraph so far. It was a set, in a way, that kind of magnetic style one with moving people and parts that I had as a kid. And it helps that you have set the scene in the first instance, because the location remains and is constant. It's just that where the fireplace is in 1985 is where the wild boar stood in the forest in 1312. That kind of focus to be able to see that snap in front of you without tiring words. But the location will be there in front of you so let;s not try too hard. The words are kind of pointless. Just a hint, a prod, to get you there.
You would have been noticing something because you're that kind of person. I've been struggling but when I think that you have it covered, I'm more relaxed. I wish that grammar was something that happened in my school, then I'd know about this. How to write it in the way that I want it to sound. And maybe I'm even making up tenses because that's what it feels like. The thing that happened but maybe is still happening? About you.
You have been giving me some strange looks and I don't blame your cringing. It's ok. I don't care. I just want to get underneath this way of communicating to you. So that you feel I'm really there in your ears. In. Not around and with a sound that almost comes on top of you. I think I'd like to hit your ear drums with this. Past present. past continuous. Is the problem in fact from the content of this? Constant shifting between the then, the now, potential that we imagine we all have and want to achieve through places like this
This landscape we see, it's a constant change, and that's how we like it. Or are we afraid of transitional moments because perhaps we no longer know how we fit eihtin places or moments like this. It's not about th view anymore, it's a feeling. Architecture and construction. Some kind of idea and then process. It's always something to be able to add that people layer on top. What is a place without it's people, the ones that you read facts about, hear snippets of, imagine in the future. This city is moving. Are you moving with it? Do you keep walking and feel any sense of placement. Where do we go with this line of open questioning - a kind of speaking aloud. This Bow Creek, Windy Corner, Trinity Buoy Wharf, Blackwall Depot...City Island? Orchard Apartments? Our possibility is developing all the time. We see our own chanage
I love Art. It lets you create anything you want-from pottery to canvas paintings to your notebook doodles. It personally inspires me because I love it. One of my favourite hobbies!I will never forget the joy I have in making Art!
Whether it's watercolours, doodling/zentangles or something else, I love it. Creating is one of the best ways to get inspired. I don't have loads of time but it's enough to finish this fable.
I will never stop loving this passion because it's a big part of me, my personality. Making and creating is important because I've done it forever. This love goes well past making a mess in Art Class...I'm out of time!