This morning was waking up from a night of indulgence that I'm paying for. It's been a long time since I've done that! Knotty Boy had an after work party of sorts, hanging out in the crevice between buildings with few benches inbetween. It was quite nice to just sit and socialize.
The Sufi zikr was happening next door. It was nice to finally see it, and connect with what that felt like, from an observer's point of view.
Michael just got a pen and ink set, yes, pen and ink. A fountain pen. With India ink. And Paper! He is doing it to put cursive hand writing into practice. Funny that, because I just got an old typewriter mostly for the aesthetic of it, and for the concept that I have to think more before I type! You have to think and plan before you type! It's really nice. Oh, and type on nice paper too. I love paper.
Paper reminds me of a conversation I had with a friend, John. We are both design minded, and we were talking of hanging paper as functional uses in a room. And that makes me think of paper on the windows in China. How many things we use paper for. We don't appreciate it very much, or as much as we should.
THen listening to some nice violin music composed from a cross country journey by foot across Spain I think. You can hear the wind in the trees or on the mountain ranges in the music. The journey. Not static. Moving.
I've begun a painting that I've been wanting to do for a while. I'm so happy about that! I will post it when I'm done, or maybe the progression of painting. Yeah, that's a good idea!
Allright, I'm finishing for now. More to come.
