The concept of time feels warped. It’s another facet of Lockdown. The weeks drift by alarmingly fast (we’re back to Monday again when I clean a bathroom), and yet the individual days seem to drag. It helps to keep busy. I get up quite early and have about ninety minutes of quietness when I can read or write without any interruption. And that time seems to fly by.
Lockdown is easing, but it could so easily become one step forward and two steps backward. Children returned to school today, another major step on the way to some sort of normal.
One of the things I have missed the most is regular days out up in London visiting Exhibitions. This was shot at an exhibition of Antony Gormley’s work (a sculptor) last year. I took a number of shots of this sculpture which consisted of a set of interconnecting cubes with the occasional shaft of light piercing the otherwise gloomy interior.
As creative artists we only thrive when we have access to the work of other artists. A quote that I remember well by Alain Briot (French photographer, writer and teacher) sums this up very well. He sad: “Creativity is an input-output, import-export business. You have to be in contact with other artists … in order to foster creativity.” So very true.
I’m getting bolder, one day soon I must summon the courage to get on a train. There’s an exhibition of Andy Warhol I really would like to see.
Thank you so much to all those who have got back in touch. I value the interaction. I must start viewing as well as posting.