Locked Down Again 1
02/11/2020
Once again we find our movements limited - our journeys and wanderings arrested, our judgements asked about what is essential in our daily, weekly and monthly quotidians. Separations and anxieties enforced.
Yesterday I went walking, on my own, in the afternoon - in between my new ethereal life on line, zooming through networks and meetings, presentations, lectures and deep-dives. A walk where the grey and the rain were so muted and I half panicked …
When I became ill in March I suddenly found myself absorbed by the minutae, the gentle differences, sliding subtle hues, and again I found myself being drawing to this microscopic world, inside my head and out, which focuses, obsesses, zooms in to close and so intense.
I still have my chest infection from the first lockdown and tumours which grow, so slightly, more painful each day. It is this fascination with the slight, the barely perceptible that concerns and enfolds me:
La Trimouille in the rain.
Before I walked I drove - I went into town to collect my essential groceries and the returned crossing the Salleron and stopping very briefly to document - this is after all my work. I had my forms, signed, dated and timed in the car.
