It’s been a cold and lonely winter.
It feels like years since it’s been here.
This is the start. Long terms of accumulated learnings and mind-streching deliveries. It is time now, to begin to bring together the dispersion of inputs and thoughts, of names and frames, of images and sounds that have been echoing in chambers of silence for too long. There is enough to say, now; and there is even more to spread in posts that work somewhere between the reminder and the proposal, between the stimulus and the response.
This is the perfect place for this blog: the uncertain space before the proper content, after the first formless impression. A wonder womb of ideas growing, an incubator for (im)possibles. A strand for thoughts and of intentions.
I wanted this first post to be poetic. Unashamedly slightly nostalgic and irreverently non-academic. It is a form of a liberating statement and a reminder to myself. I do not want this blog to be tightened up by the academic drive, or to hold the pretentious tension of the absolute truth. Rigour and commitment should not be incompatible with sensations, with feelings and with the very personal meanders of emotion.
After all, there is no learning without feeling.