It's so funny how everything and nothing seems to pass through my mind while somewhere between that chasm of waking and sleeping. I am most certainly awake now. But my body is still arguing.
On Monday, I shall be in Berlin. I can't wait but I'd barely even considered that I should think about packing until yesterday. Right now, I can't think of information to share about our itinerary, but I shall write all about the five days and take an unwarranted amount of photographs.
In light of the fact that I'm sure Berlin will be an onslaught of information and experiencing new work, I've been reflecting on what I've seen recently that I actually retained as something special.
The image above was taken in the Saatchi Gallery at the Korean Eye exhibition - a selection of work I really enjoyed seeing. My beautiful friend Ellen stares at a literal storm in a tea-cup.
I've never quite understood the phrase but, amongst all the things we saw, this stood so humbly, yet I found it captivating.
A scene so tranquil (tea makes everything better, doesn't it?) holds a miniature catastrophe?
But anyway; it's too late for abstract thinking.
And I don't even have a philosophy class next week.
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