So sorry it’s been so long. Everything’s been a bit hectic of late.
Where to begin. Well Glasgow was great. A really different setting down by the tube station (Nah Nah Nah Na! For Jammers everywhere!) in Partick, concrete, railway bridge, glass and graffiti. But lovely to be home. The machine liked it and being built of old bits of Glasgow and beyond fitted in quite well.
The Watchmaker and his family came. It was lovely to see them and they brought Spotnik a lovely pair of blue Venetian glass eyes. Very smart but it does make him look a lot more wolfish.
The watchmaker seemed pleased and I do seem to be getting everything right but then why are we still here. I don’t know. Maybe it really does have to be the perfect moment. I kind of knew that but I guess always though I could almost will that into existence. Course it’s not as easy as that. If it was all us folk with machines and wooden wolves with glass eyes with dreams beyond the stars would be shooting off all over the place.
From Glasgow a week or so later we tried Manchester and boy was it wet and windy. I really did feel like a buccaneer battling the waves. Really exhilarating. It made everything seem very real and now, vital and sopping wet.
It was in a park and there was lots going on. In between showers I took a wander and came across this fantastic bunch of guys from Rajasthan. Totally surreal all these colours and energy and otherness in a wet field in Manchester. Such great entertainers, tumblers, dancers and vivid storytellers.
Just in case I had slipped dimensions I chatted to the girl, who was really lovely and her English was great. She told me she’d been dancing and performing ever since she was a wee girl. Maybe I’m starting a bit late in all this.
This balance work you can see here appeared absolutely effortless. That word again, mebee that’s the key or maybe better still I should just stop trying so hard and enjoy the ride. Thank you Rajastan rope dancers everywhere.
Lovely Liverpool the week after where the sun shone and barbecues were the order of the day. Its London next and I can hardly wait. Up in Greenwich at the Royal Observatory, Longitude and Latitude, wooden clocks that keep perfect time – now that’s gotta mean something.
Oh Jane. Stop it!
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