Breathe, that’s all I’m asking of myself, to breathe in the moment: a whole plethora of sounds, pictures: someone’s talking, the wind chime chimes, the roar of a truck, and a scooter, there’s a car, two of them; Breathing… Crazy pictures, colourful and real, voices so close, they take me away with them, by the hand;Continue reading “A Mission to Sit”
Fluttering by. A seemingly chaotic dance of dips and dives, of colours and their shades, without a beginning and an end, without a known purpose, to the endless song of silence. Not questioning the butterfly, not asking why or when or how or what; being with the butterfly we can lose ourselves in that silentContinue reading “The Flutter-by Dance”
After several months of wallowing in a dry well of creativity, on the 23rd May I started a draft of my story (the one I’m commissioned to write for the Taiwanese movie director), which I would go on to finish on the 25th June (my birthday).