Sunday, 10 February 2008
The bone collector...and other stories
Today has, thankfully, been a much more pleasant experience than yesterday. I got up and took a walk down to the village to fetch the newspaper. I felt a bit like Jayne Eyre walking across the moors. Except I was walking down the road, next to a field, with no moors in sight. It was the feeling of freedom.....escape. Yesterday I felt trapped, unable to do anything I really wanted to do. Today is different. I like to walk, seeing the masses of geese dancing in the sky, silence apart from the wind and the birds singing, finding little nests in bushes....magical.
On the walk back up the road I was thinking about my work, I've made any artwork for what seems like an age....I was thinking... Wondering what happens to the bones and insect shells that the Buzzard who frequents the garden eats. I wanted to find more little creatures to use in my work. It turns out they're like owls and eat them, then regurgitate them, so it'd be unlikely I'd find them. Then I remembered last year I found lots of rabbit bones near the beach....so off I went in search of more. Stray from the path....you never know what you will find.
Such a beautiful place, down a long dirt track, moss, rabbit holes, birds and rabbits everywhere, huge sand dunes, miles of deserted sandy beach.