Yesterday, while waiting in a Queue, I was fondling a Ten Pound Note, I have long appreciated even to a point of compulsion the textures of objects, it is something I have to do for my eyes only tell a part of the story; in the top left hand corner of the Note I felt tiny lumps which I frantically tried to scrape off with my fingers, they did not belong and spoilt the otherwise silk like flawless surface, when I looked I realised that they were the Braille dots for the blind, how acute and wonderful our senses are as to be able to read with our fingertips.
One of the models of Tai Chi is to make every movement for a purpose, a beginning a middle and an end, imagine the possibilities if we were to transfer that model to the use of all of our senses.
Filled with fleeting images, a need for speed in getting from one place to another or in completion of a task, 'Time is Money' is heard often yet at what price; there is so much more that we miss out on .
The loss of sensory Appreciation from our lives can only lead to bad repercussions, a negative prognosis for individuals, communities, the place, or our place of work, the difference between artist, craftsman and labor.
Time should not be governed by pounds and pence, shortcuts should not be taken and patience, should be more than a virtue, beyond that race to the end there is so much more in life that we have yet, or may never, appreciate, perhaps this is why as an artist I do what it is I have to do.
Have an artful day
