Anything but blue

If I was not tied, this morning, to this desk I would have run outside first thing and soaked up the myth and moisture of the fog that has dissolved the world around me. It's monocrome rendering both cruel and kind, brings a welcomed relief from the precise nature of modern life. I embrace the 'smudge' and the encased sense of dirt held in these micro droplets, still and dense. The joy of what is beyond our control.


The Kite flyers #1(phase.1) 2011.

Beyond blue, grey.

I have lived for nearly all my life in Europe, with a few years early on in Canada so know nothing different but have a sense of relief when the first signs of the yearly calender change and brings something new with the coming season. The new air bites my wind pipe and reminds me that I am as much my surroundings, the observed as I am the observer.

Good Night, Good Morning, Good Night

It is the wee hours of a night and as I walk backwards into the new day I reflect on the act of catching my reflection and wonder if I ever see myself as now or only in the past.