Unpromising weekend comes good. Yesterday I was mired in stress again with worries piling up relating to the business and procurement of premises in which to operate. Woke determined not to waste a whole three days free with useless 'what ifs' and so, in truly mature fashion, went out into the early morning sun and smoked a cigarette. I gave up eleven years ago... Weird thing is, it set me off on a good foot and the sun followed my mood shortly after. Nothing, repeat nothing, lifts the soul on a gloomy, pessimistic day as well as walking by the sea; I turned my car north eastwards and headed for North Berwick by way of Aberlady. It helped that the weather was laughably kind to me; the sea was so flat calm that when a wavelet did break I turned around to see what the noise was; everyone was smiling, children were frolicking in rock pools and dogs running, running gleefully. Sat gazing into the water and quite forgot my previous torturous dilemmas regarding property; somehow it just melts away.
Found some more excellent craft makers in the Green and Blues gallery who I hope to secure for exhibtion in our new place; a great glass artist from Skye and a ceramic modeller originally from Finland - ah.. the Scandinavians, I do love them.
Wandered back via a small but very interesting show at the Birdwatching centre in Aberlady; Keith Brockie, Darren Woodhead, John Threlfal and John Busby, who are all outstanding wildlife artists. The show was from a joint trip to India and had some amazing sketches in rough thick pencil and pastel of rollers, bee-eaters and monkeys. Great to see such chunky media used in wildlife work, when the tendency is often to picky detail; these guys can really draw though and it is always a pleasure to admire the quickly and perfectly captured line.
Started a bit of a pet project tonight; 'The birds of fortuity', named after a favourite quote and character in Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being, which is a bit of a favourite read.. We are in the realm of autobiography once more, as the quote revolves around the birds (0f fortuity) fluttering down onto the shoulders of the character; a reference I have always related to when things seem to go uncannily well for no reason. It's also referring to (a) love, so my sentimental little side warms to the idea too. Continue tomorrow at Ritchie's gallery, where I should have been today if he hadn't cancelled me. Have to say that I am extremely glad things turned out the way they did or I would have missed the opportunity to bask in the best day of the year so far.
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