The is art of reading is challenging. With so many technology around the art of secluding yourself into a corner, sitting in bed or finding a bench in a park with your nose in a book can be rewarding. Filling your head with words, stories and genres.
When mum came over from Chicago to see me at uni in London in January she gave me a few xmas pressies – books. It was the best presents anyone could give. Either curled up on the sofa with a cup of tea, in bed before you sleep or sitting on the bus/train to work.
I recommend a book a week. Can be challenging but rewarding.
A lovely rainy trip into London to visit The Photographers Gallery with dad. Fast train to St Pancras, and the underground to Oxford Circus. Oxford Street – a small alley way next to Boots. Down some stairs and to a small building on the corner of Ramillies St. Visited the ‘home truths – photography, motherhood and identity’ exhibition on the 4th and 5th floor.
During the weekend I went with my sister to London to visit my aunt, uncle, grandparents and my mum and boyfriend (who came for two weeks from Chicago for xmas). On Friday my sister left back home and I stayed the night and then went with the family down to the Tate Modern to see the Paul Klee exhibition.
Out into the fresh air. Surrounded by people, cars, buildings and smells. Along W Washington St, waiting for the white man to appear. Then countdown time, 23, 22, 21, 20, 19… Passing fountains, shops and “The Picasso” sculpture. It is funny when walking along a street you come across crazy things like ‘The Picasso’ sculpture.
Looked through a beautiful book by William Blake. ‘The Age of Innocence’. Thick textured paper with a poem and illustration on each page. Thought the illustrations were so beautiful, I thought I should show you all.