Route: Home to Dartington Primary School
Duration: 1 hour approx.
Time of day: Morning
Soles: Slippage on the wet leaves, it's raining a lot. Texture of the bottom of my foot against sock against shoe. The idea of feeling through the soles of the shoe the surface of the path.
Robin: Unspoken dialogue with a robin, so close it appeared fake. Held my gaze: frozen for ages. Some weird representation of my conscience.
Pre-raphaelite: Under the railway bridge the foliage just under the water makes an image that evokes John Everet Mills' Ophelia, I used to stare at this for long periods of time in the Tate. I drift into a romantic, imaginative odyssey. Think of the word peregrinations... I'm off on a journey within a journey.
Shedding: Trees shedding leaves, me shedding coats and scarves as I warm up with walking. Also shedding worries as I gradually pound away at the path, feeling more and more like myself.
Weave: bridges/river/paths criss crossing, gridlike, yet
all sites of flux.
Duration: 1 hour approx.
Time of day: Morning
Soles: Slippage on the wet leaves, it's raining a lot. Texture of the bottom of my foot against sock against shoe. The idea of feeling through the soles of the shoe the surface of the path.
Robin: Unspoken dialogue with a robin, so close it appeared fake. Held my gaze: frozen for ages. Some weird representation of my conscience.
Pre-raphaelite: Under the railway bridge the foliage just under the water makes an image that evokes John Everet Mills' Ophelia, I used to stare at this for long periods of time in the Tate. I drift into a romantic, imaginative odyssey. Think of the word peregrinations... I'm off on a journey within a journey.
Shedding: Trees shedding leaves, me shedding coats and scarves as I warm up with walking. Also shedding worries as I gradually pound away at the path, feeling more and more like myself.
Weave: bridges/river/paths criss crossing, gridlike, yet
all sites of flux.
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