Field of fragments
Portsmouth April 15th
Get to sleep at 3:47am
Dream of Hominid evolution
Wake at 4:55 am
Exhausted this morning but raised
Had a brief break from the project over the weekend – truthfully when does an artist ever stop thinking – reasoning – conceptualising – learning from or about his work?
if I am honest
although I Researched in the evenings the task I set myself was left unaccomplished
Bath and breakfast late sitting
tea the saviour within
set to work from home my
with computer on lap field
plus cat of
who sets up shop next-door fragments
on the pulled away chair starting
leave walk reassembly
find divide of what
wait called once
to was alive
Face the future but
at lunchtime longingly
back and forth since
amygdala’s benediction lost
