this was the title i was thinking to draw on as i walked a bit today – thinking about the joy of collaboration and wondering on the art of it – and how to learn it and improve on it. and this is what i came up with. the more i drew the more i thought is this what i mean by collaboration? am i channelling the right part of my brain here? or maybe this is it. i desperately wanted to start again but no, i have to go and meet someone to talk about collaboration.
click click so double click that with each click i couldn’t click myself to the speed of her click click click. was away from the habitual place of click and thought i’d maybe find a clique to click with. instead she clicked but didn’t want to clique. her smiles not nice. non existent. no existence for her smiles. unexsitential in her smiling capacity. just clicking clicking in my ear and fingers, even my fingers heard her clicking. go easy. she has every reason to not clique or click with me. at least i smiled at three strangers on the street and felt good about life.
gertrude style in a central london library
i read briefly that clutter may be a creative thing. not hoarding but clutter. still have to read that book or article more to really feel good about certain things
