CosmiKnot

A strange thing happened today which I would like to tell you about. I'm reading to you in the voice of John Smith the film maker whose introspective I have just attended at the ICA. Who knows perhaps @theotherjohnsmith will read this into his phone and send it to me. This is not a review. I don't feel I can do that as I  rudely left half way through the Q&A due to my usual anxiety about catching trains. I’m not sure where to begin so you will have to forgive me if I digress something John Smith seemed embarrassed to do during the aforementioned Q&A. What I want to tell you about is what I call meaning inside the event. The event like a liquid glass that is not quite as set as we like to see it as being. The glass that becomes blunt over time after being cut and subject to the process of oxidisation. But this is a  story which perhaps begins with my visit to Gallery 46 today with the students on the Masters course in Fine Art at the University of East London. It

Is talking to ones self on the walk and a bad thing I had intended to come with my son but my phone will have to do. So here we are winding our way over the pine needles and the varicose with roots in the woods the windows of us in the trees and I’m approaching a small bridge And it’s delightful banisters and a lady with a chocolate Labrador in her lovely weather Shisha finger you what do you call those things Gina it’s not as you know Sam you know the sort of synthetic woman material. It’ll come to me lots of dog walkers out here I always feel like I’m the weirdo because I don’t have a dog but it is lovely here.. So I’m on the prom prom prom and of the boardwalk which has a nice bring you feel and wanted gaps into which leaves and acorns have settled themselves. Going down a step here and I think about talking into my phone it didn’t worry me it is the fact that it distracts anyway how are you doing phone there in my hand needles leaves in acorns underfoot have to keep talking