Tuesday 9 July 2013

thinking....





Thinking about this post written by Marion, about staring horror in the face. Thinking about packing to travel, shaking summer dresses free from boxes and the fact that the sun might shine one day. Thinking about a book I am writing about anthropology, bodies and hospitals ; what is traced between the walls while you lie in sickness and the person who cares stands over you. Thinking about spirals painted in paint, a vortex of trickled, splattered colour. Thinking, as the sun rises to a sullen sky and the wind puffs cold breath on a slate grey sea. Thinking about a day soon when we hit the road, with the kids sprawled in the back of the van, surrounded by a nest of books and dolls. Thinking about clowns, women and another text about sex and laughter; Pan and the right of a mother to roar. Thinking about an image of green, emerald rockets blasting across the sky. Thinking about waking up soon and just aiming that day to buy some cake and swim in a river and bask in the sun. Just thinking...