Thursday 12th January


The day that started early, suddenly got late. Immersed in
vibrant conversation, at the centre of a hive of industry.
Software updating, machinery tweaking, no making or writing
or painting, but tools returned to the sharpener for re-shaping.
All part of the process of creating – to the one who misinterpreted
intuitive selection as ‘copying out’ve books’ or the composer
who thought sampling was theft ‘making’ isn’t always
about ‘making’. Listening to byĆ© lai mar ‘Ungirthed’ at sunset.
Watching clouds turn pink like rosy thugs.