Route: House to bench along river path and back
Duration: Half an hour
Time of Day: Early Morning
Borders: If you look carefully the spray paint has passed through the fence to the wall behind and literally shows a stance on borders. Every time I pass this wall I feel good.
Borders, divisions, limits, imprisonment, confines: containment, security, control.
I read these words in terms of drawing and they are positive. But the language is darker in a social context.
Wall: Another wall, one adjacent to Morrison's car park. A new wall to prevent the anticipated flooding over the next 100 years. To Millie, the dog, it allows easy entry into the car park (where there is anticipated food and a lot of irritated shoppers loading their cars). I spend a long time persuading her to come back to the path. The designated walking path. No borders was not good in this case.....
Slippage: My wellies are worn out and have no grip and I slip in them a lot. It shocks me when I do but it also wakes me up, or actually shifts me from one reality to another....
Still: The river is still. It's almost 'The Slack'. The point where the tide is turning, held in not going out or coming in.
It gives a particular atmosphere. A pause.
Orienteering: A lot of symbols on my walk, made from a floury substance. They are mysterious and mystical but I suspect someone has been orienteering over night. Still, I like to come across them. Haven't seen this symbol before.
Duration: Half an hour
Time of Day: Early Morning
Borders: If you look carefully the spray paint has passed through the fence to the wall behind and literally shows a stance on borders. Every time I pass this wall I feel good.
Borders, divisions, limits, imprisonment, confines: containment, security, control.
I read these words in terms of drawing and they are positive. But the language is darker in a social context.
Wall: Another wall, one adjacent to Morrison's car park. A new wall to prevent the anticipated flooding over the next 100 years. To Millie, the dog, it allows easy entry into the car park (where there is anticipated food and a lot of irritated shoppers loading their cars). I spend a long time persuading her to come back to the path. The designated walking path. No borders was not good in this case.....
Slippage: My wellies are worn out and have no grip and I slip in them a lot. It shocks me when I do but it also wakes me up, or actually shifts me from one reality to another....
Still: The river is still. It's almost 'The Slack'. The point where the tide is turning, held in not going out or coming in.
It gives a particular atmosphere. A pause.
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