Here's a bit of iain, for a friend with whom i have been plumbing the dark broken depths in my absence from blogland. it's strange how different lyrics are when you read them from the perspective of another. but then these days, everything sounds a little different. . . i think i understand. . .
Pretend it’s only disaster
‘ Cos silence that’s the worst of all
With your riot thoughts
And suffer, suffer on your own
Don’t make it difficult
And find somewhere, anywhere else to look
I don’t want this feeling
sorry for lack of postings this past week. that'd be the riot thoughts and being down in the deep place where we find what we're made of. have been channelling them elsewhere into prose (not suitable for public sharing this time - waaay too raw) and a fairly large piece of art work to be used by phil in designing the website. i'll try and get a photo taken of it so it can get posted on the new site when it goes live.
thanks for all the nudges and pokes to get posting again. sorry you visited to find nothing new. i am deeply flattered you folks keep dropping by. (hello to harv. good to see you man.)
great thanks to jayne. you'll be hearing more in the future 'bout her as she has offered for me to spend time with her in her studio facing some demons with some creative therapy (or therapeutic creation?). she's communing with the artist in me (i know it's in there somewhere) and i am feeling most nurtured by it, albeit that i simultaneously feel like i'm about to face down a family of dragons.
last night was ikon. i have permission from the originator of the story i told to share it here. i'll post it as soon as i have time to type it.
that's all for now but check out: Mojji.
i am now the proud owner of a Mojji. #10. thank you to jonny and jayne for such a treasurable gift. i'll see about getting a capture of this unique piece up on here.
thanks for the vulnerability of looking me in the eye and being real. . .