The festival may be over but the inspiration, the visuals and the sounds, all of these remain firmly rooted in the foreground of my day and night. I am storing them up for later use, all these sensations as they break upon me like a wave or as a light is held up to them. It’s a physical business this harvesting of inspiration and ideas. Some say it is not for the faint of heart, but don’t let that deter you. Through film’s aid I have learnt that the eyes of the village are often upon you and hope, it seems, is as a bird that cannot fly nor live beyond its cage. I have discovered the music of the former soviet block countries is stirring, as befits its purpose, to the outsider’s ear; and scars such as that which snakes its way across a poet’s left cheek are ever romantic. The music featured throughout is still easy to recall, as is the sound of snow crunching underfoot or horse’s hoof.
Here is a little sound for you, my pocket companion. I like very much the notion that ugliness is beauty that cannot be contained within the soul. (Boris Ryzhy)
{For you.}
Whilst in the cinema, a book was published and launched and Louise and I feature, a small paragraph and image upon the page. We are paper people, yes, we are.
+ Read and see more.
{The Melbourne Design Guide in my palm.}
{Us, in good company.}
{Always happily curious to see which image they use.}
