I thought I would step up the walking time today and located an area that was suggested by someone I met yesterday. The location is in a south westerly point on the island. Starting from Walter Frank Road, via Te Wharau Bay and around Park Point. The terrain was very slippery, with steep inclines and numerous steps taking me through narrow apertures nestled between ancient ferns and gnarled twisted branches. Having to look down for grip and stability, the walk at times felt more like a gym work out than a spiritual poetic experience. But I know I have absorbed like litmus paper some visceral elements of information, a sense of the place and its secret alchemy of ingredients, as yet to be processed in the studio.
After the walk I drove back to the studio and spent the afternoon making drawings and towards the end of the day layed down some blue hued colours and intuitive marks and painterly rhythmic flourishes to try to unlock what I felt and saw earlier on in the day.
At 3.45pm I had a strange sense that I was experiencing the fact that Lisa was fast asleep 11,5000 miles away, eyes closed and inhabiting another space. The realisation hit me of being so far away from home. Its strange how we are governed in life by the conventions of time, light and dark and day and night.