When I am down in Winchester I stay in this great little house which belongs to my friends Geoff and Terry, who live in Oregon. Last night, around three in the morning, I awoke to the whole house shaking followed by a cocophany of grinding machinery. I have no idea what a world would feel like if tanks moved in but that came to mind as I rose from the deep sleep I was in. And then I remembered. The house is very near to the railway line and they are carrying out repairs through the night. Phew, while the sound of industry at three in the morning is a little disconcerting - and it plays havoc with sleep - I count the blessing that I live in such a safe world. I am still working on the Boat project with a view to help others, especially children, to understand the plight of others whose life isn't quite so settled. When you get into a project like this you forget how difficult it is to pull all of the threads together. I am working with the artist, Stephanie Morris, and Adelaide Morris is running the project management and we seem to hop from meeting to meeting, yesterday it was three hours in Winchester, followed by a summing up, grabbing a bite to eat as we worked - sometimes it feels like chasing a bubble in Central Park, NY (pictured above). And still there is more to be done, more people to meet and more things to consider. Its a wonder any art ever gets to the stage where it can be presented to the world. But it will be worth all the effort in the end - and the Discovery Centre in Winchester have confirmed not one but two dates. And so, having risen early, thanks to the railway company, its another morning of teaching. Have a good Wednesday - or if you read this later, I hope your Wednesday was fab. When I am away from home, sitting around in the early morning with sleep evading, I like to listen to different things. This I adore, the saxophone laced around a plainsong is astonishing. Do give it a moment in the quiet:
When I am down in Winchester I stay in this great little house which belongs to my friends Geoff and Terry, who live in Oregon. Last night, around three in the morning, I awoke to the whole house shaking followed by a cocophany of grinding machinery. I have no idea what a world would feel like if tanks moved in but that came to mind as I rose from the deep sleep I was in. And then I remembered. The house is very near to the railway line and they are carrying out repairs through the night. Phew, while the sound of industry at three in the morning is a little disconcerting - and it plays havoc with sleep - I count the blessing that I live in such a safe world. I am still working on the Boat project with a view to help others, especially children, to understand the plight of others whose life isn't quite so settled. When you get into a project like this you forget how difficult it is to pull all of the threads together. I am working with the artist, Stephanie Morris, and Adelaide Morris is running the project management and we seem to hop from meeting to meeting, yesterday it was three hours in Winchester, followed by a summing up, grabbing a bite to eat as we worked - sometimes it feels like chasing a bubble in Central Park, NY (pictured above). And still there is more to be done, more people to meet and more things to consider. Its a wonder any art ever gets to the stage where it can be presented to the world. But it will be worth all the effort in the end - and the Discovery Centre in Winchester have confirmed not one but two dates. And so, having risen early, thanks to the railway company, its another morning of teaching. Have a good Wednesday - or if you read this later, I hope your Wednesday was fab. When I am away from home, sitting around in the early morning with sleep evading, I like to listen to different things. This I adore, the saxophone laced around a plainsong is astonishing. Do give it a moment in the quiet:
