Somewhere on the North Coast, a bit inland after we turned off at the hamburger joint.
It was some sort of arts center and a few people knew me. To my surprise I was there to install in a group show and there were various artists already putting their work together. I’d just arrived and was going around saying hi to them and getting their names, they knew me, but I didn’t know them…I mean they really knew me, but I couldn’t recognize them. It seemed like everyone I was meeting kept changing their appearance, and they were all friendly and laughing although I couldn’t recall their names even though they had just told me.
The police and emergency services people were there, and everyone was chipping in. It wasn’t a conventional gallery, more like a community hall, with a touch of kindergarten thrown in. Out the back was a storage room with all sorts of animals in cages. I was watching a mouse run on it’s treadmill, but it was a Stuart Little style mouse, running upright with a jumpsuit, and a camera attached to it’s back. It was transmitting video of it’s movements to a video monitor outside the cage, it was fascinating and I couldn’t stop watching. There was a giftshop near by, and there was an upturned aquarium with a reptile inside it, which crawled out and spoke to me, it was a bit threatening, and I was taken aback but the people around were re-assuring me. I liked their tender smiles and warmth.
Once the Emergency personnel started leaving and saying their goodbyes there were lots of tears and hugs. I was part of the mellee and telling them that we would see each other again and set up a hostel for us ‘creative types’ with no beige or cream walls, I assume we were talking about a retirement village where we could all partake.
Birch tree leaves
I have had the wondrous opportunity to observe birch tree leaves this season.
At the Cooks River, some weeks ago I passed a patch of birch trees growing tall and took a small branch home with me. I was delighted by the muted colour of the mild green leaf, backed by a pale blanket of felt. Time passed and the green has turned a rich dark chocolate brown, and the white seems even frostier and more velvety. What’s more is how the twig has new growth shooting from it’s tip, fresh green stock erupting out of it like an ejaculation.
I can’t help think this is synonymous with my life at the moment. Just taking the time to witness this transition is important to me, and the value of this process, to go from soft to hard, to change colour with death, and to still retain value in both states, and increased value in the alteration of states.