I keep dreaming that I’m typing great witticisms and brilliant insights into my blog. If only it were true. I can’t even remember them in the morning. At least I am brilliant in my sleep I suppose.
I found this, in my handwriting in a notebook, which was encouraging: ‘sometimes when I’m writing, reading or thinking about art I get a sensation in my head as if a blast of wind has briefly lifted a lid on my brain and I have a sense of a possibility of seeing/thinking about things differently. Then it’s gone.’ I’m pretty sure I must have written it, as I certainly understand the sentiment!
Below, in a different pen it said this, (which I will put into practice soon – probably alone in the living room…)
‘Hard Times Require Furious Dancing’, Alice Walker 2007
