Abstract Unfamiliar

This week has been a holiday. Not ‘holi’ particularly but dedicated, a time out of the usual habitual routine. A week trying to avoid the bedlam and madness that our culture seems to breed. The brash commerciality everywhere you look… Other people seem to thrive on it, but sorry, it drives me crazy…
And,.. beathe…

A week away on the north coast of the garden of England. Quiet energy, possibility, wonder…
My mind has had time away from the familiar structures that make up daily life. Minimal internet use, no TV, and the limited radio use has been tuned to Radio 3. The structures and semiotics that infer meaning have been stripped back, or at least changed to the unfamiliar and more abstract.

Until the unfamiliar starts to become familiar, we’ve been staying in an ‘artist cabin by the sea’. Abstract creations on the walls have helped steer my mind away from the familiar rigidity of our usual language and the comfort of assumed motives. (I AM: images, assumptions, motives.)

Horizon, seascapes, stone, birds, history, nature, sky, the dog, a book set in medieval England, and of course coffee, bread and poached eggs..
‘Nothing to be done’ to quote Estragon.
We try to create meaning from all we encounter. It’s not necessary. But we do. The young shall see visions, the old have dreams, but beneath it all, if you can try to forget everything you think you know… a silence, or a different noise, might be something to be treasured.

Language secretly pushes and prods every one of us in hundreds of directions we don’t see, until the only way to be careful with our words is to not speak…

In the past I would feel the strong need to create structure from the things I found. To be honest I still do. But I have recently felt a yield to just delight in things…
As I said last week “After energy, possibility, & wonder, comes delight… to be treasured.“

And the unfamiliar started to become more familiar…

Amongst this week’s traumatic dreams, this…

“The most significant finds were abstract.”

I’m not sure what it means.
Back to what other people seem to thrive on, but tends to drive me crazy.
And,.. breathe…