My studio is out of bounds. Our house abuts a park, the skies are clear and I sit on a bench in the balcony with a book and a camera.
The camera: The peepal tree’s new buds draw many birds to it and I photograph them. This demands patience and makes for a kind of dreamy meditation. Both the clear skies and bird-photography are new to me and a gift of the Corona-days.
I am sharing some photos with you: Purple sunbird, Female sunbird, and Coppersmith Barbet (Basanta).
The book: Flights is a novel about travel in the twenty-first century and human anatomy, broaching life, death, motion and migration… this is the introduction to the book by Olga Tokarczuk. The author brings a hyper-awareness of the physical and the mental lives of the book’s denizens which obliquely resonate with the travails of the body and mind in the time of Corona. I am also making some preparatory images for a painting which attempts to reflect on these conditions.
