Hello, from a beautiful ornate corner, unapologetically adorned in blue velvet, red leather, wooden panels, parquet flooring and mirrored walls, Victorian artwork, tucked away inside one of my favourite local haunts to escape and gather thoughts. You could say this little hotel, hidden amongst the rows of Georgian style flats here in Edinburgh sums up the quintessential treasure trove of an inspirational backdrop where I like to conjure up ideas and let my dreams run around wild for a while.
To be honest, apart from the odd few paragraph entries in my moleskin, mostly to do with planning out photoshoots or to occupy myself on trains and buses, I’ve failed quite miserably to take the time to journal throughout this year. I guess it’s fair I can substitute the writing for visual journals I’ve kept photographically; even picked up a bit of drawing over the great lockdown era of March-June, in a sporadic way, of course. I’ve felt a great pull towards writing again. Although this entry may not be the most poetic or prose like, it’s at least a start-and a nice way of sharing with you words rather than strictly images, which is the usual routine. I guess you could simplify it to idleness. Classic, “let the photos speak for themselves”….but I remind myself how much I adore reading the thoughts of artists and their commentary on their own work. It’s insightful and inspiring when you get that depth.
Along with reviving the drawing in my life, I have started writing music again. The new year brought a new vessel of creation with a beloved friend of mine. We have since been writing and recording material for an album and the extension of our own personal art and design throughout this venture has been the lifeline of my year(as dramatic as that sounds, it’s true). Music is powerful. And writing/collaborating with someone else who gets you and thinks in the same ways and longs to create in the same ways is something you can’t quite put into words.