I've been finding it difficult to penetrate the mountain of information I have gathered about the beautiful, remote location surrounding Cove Park.
As a poet I had to find another way in, to the creative heart of this stage of my journey. By chance I was listening to the audio book of John Berger's 'And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos'. I found myself coming back to this passage again and again, especially the first three words: 'Everything moves on, the larches, the bracken, the caledonian pines, the heather, the juniper bushes, the scrap grass. And then moving into the land, water: the rivers running to the sea, the sea with its tides filling lochs. And across both land and water the wind'. John Berger 'And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos'.2005 Everything moves on. This. Sparking my thoughts, lighting my creative fire again. At last! A springboard to dive from the practical research into the art itself!
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