a nice thing about living in euree street is finnegan.
sights are ever-present. that’s why eyes get tired. but voices – like everything to do with words – they come from far away.
sometimes, when something or nothing is wrong, the only way to feel better is to listen. to have someone you can listen to.
last night i felt like this. i was listening to someone speak and when i would close my eyes the voice felt far away. but more real, like it had a texture or a form that you could move about in. that you could touch or wrap around yourself and be safer.
i like this about voices. i like good voices. a good voice in the nighttime is one of the best things.
i think a lot about safety. it is a word that i have written down in my book to define within my practise. other words i have collected are; place, memories, comfort, influence and help (specifically art help). i love thinking and talking aloud about these things. another might be nothing.
these are two works that i have made this year. the first is a set of caves (cave could be another word, though i think it’s just important to know they are caves), and the other is a hive. i think of them as research for a show that is scheduled for september, but that might not happen. i have some ideas for the coming months but i feel very frightened.
it’s hard. it’s hard being alone.
it’s very hard for me to be alone at the moment.
dear mary you write well