It's friday and I have done a few miles since my last post; I have been to the south of France and back.
I am still thinking about wheels and whirring things. My dad showed me some delicate mobiles he had made and I've been wondering whether a mobile might help me sort out a structure for the piece. I feel refreshed from my travels and they have reminded me not to feel glued to routine. It always a pleasant surprise how a few miles can change your perception.
Earlier on this week I wheeled my bicycle into my dining room and started drawing. Again I was musing on the links between bicycles and projectors and cogs, for some reason I like the structure of interconnected circles. I also had a dream about making the sculpture and about my friend Miriam's piece – it drew on mythlogy and had lots of organic experiments suspended and dripping and catching and evolving.
As I'm writing I'm realising that I've done enough musing now. I going to vow to collect the materials I need this weekend and start making next week..
