You find pieces of yourself.
You put them in a box.
You put the box under the bed.
You go to sleep and you dream of dead birds, and bones and old hag stones,
And the thousand ways you could come home to yourself,
If only you had the courage to walk off the edge of your fear.
Massive desire to get back to doing my stitched work. Autumn is coming – a time of slow retreat, gathering and reflection….. time to pick up the needle again
White Noise is an upcoming exhibition I am part of, and where you can experience my Dream Machine… come on by….
Soundscape experiments continue – I am working towards building up a resource of ambient soundsketches that can be used on my Dream Machine project. The below soundscape includes some collected sounds from my recent visit to Somerset, a beautiful thumb piano I recently picked up, and some children’s drums I found on the cheap.
Image is a photo collage of recent visit to Stanton Drew stone circle at dusk (during my trip to Somerset).