I did. Well, I slid part way down the bottom bit and smashed my shoulder, a week ago today. Might need surgery. Fingers crossed. It was all very dramatic. Two ambulances. (Did they think I was in bits that would need taking to different places?) Gas and air administered in the ambulance. I started to sing. Really badly. Sorry, Andy, Ray and Dave (paramedics/ambulance driver).
Things get better daily. As you see, I can type. If I rest the wrist of the broken arm on my laptop under the keyboard, I can get my fingers over most of the keys. The exclamation mark is a bit painful, but I’ve more or less banned myself from use of this anyway as too easy a substitute for more interesting vocabulary.
I have tried to do some artworks with my right hand (I’m a leftie and it’s the left shoulder I’ve mangled). Interesting. I could only do simple stuff but it sort of honed down my brain too. In these, I am just arranging some of the visual vocabulary I’ve been finding for my Below the Line project.
It occurred recently that my Below the Line project is about events occurring in time and space and needed setting. I’ve been looking at the nature of space, kinds of space. Especially since my encounter with the kind of space described in the May 24 entry of the St Francis Breviary, which I wrote about in my last blog. I’m having some interesting walks in my research, including into caves and grottos such as those at Lascaux and Les Combarelles (the latter of which I’ve walked in real life).
So in this crude coloured drawing above, I’ve surrounded my content in a sort of bubble and situated this on a brown line to anchor the event to the ground. I was thinking about grounding and lines and lines as wires and tightropes. The issue of tension arises.
There is a lot to consider and explore arisen from this crippled little work.
My fingers need a rest now.