It is hard being new in a place. I feel a little old and constantly humbled by the strangest things. I wrote to Millefiore about it last night…
“-i cried the second week i was here because i was missing a wooden spoon packed away in my shed. at the time my life was made wretched for want of a wooden spoon
-on the first day of school – yesterday – i could not use change to pay for my coffee
-i got on a train going in the wrong direction on the way home
AND…
-for some reason i only brought summer clothes. i am a weather-hardy acadian-canadian and i am freezing and don’t have a hoodie
BUT….
my art-brain is waking up and today i thought about how it may in the end be all about sound. i thought about this first while shooting your “in between spaces” footage this summer, but more about that later.
Soon I will start a new blog. Soon I will wish there were more hours in the day, and soon and now I miss you.
xxx”
tags: super-heroes, storytelling, extenuating circumstances