I’ve become conditioned to conjure words in the quiet of the early morning, confined within the four walls of my office where, with a cup of coffee in my hand, an idea is sparked by a thought, a picture, a noise or a smell. There is a comfortableness working within this limited palette that is akin to rummaging for a favourite, well used pair of old shoes the exact whereabouts of which have temporarily escaped my memory.
For the last ten days my senses have been confronted by an impossibly extended palette. The result has been stasis. Any creativity within me lay down, slept and dreamed. Mind and body holidayed. Whilst days became daze, my camera mechanically churned on; recording, noting, creating précis of moments from which I will glean memories to which I will add words to share with you.