30/11/2022
Small Wonders, synchronicity and inspiration.
Truthfully I thought I'd lost my muse. Things had been running too smoothly and usually inspiration arrives in moments of adversity.
Sunshine, days of relaxation and a sort of euphoria have been abundant recently but that hadn't transpired into creative output.
Sitting on my window seat, reading in the warmth of the lingering daylight, it suddenly dawned on me that inspiration was all around me, I just wasn't listening. Perhaps I was trying too hard to follow a particular pathway that the muses, had stopped speaking to me.
Reading a trilogy of works by Poet and Rock Star, Patti Smith I realised there were similarities in our daily lives. Namely drinking coffee, jotting down words in journals, musing upon the day and photographing the life as it happened around me.
Documenting the days and places visited, not for commercial purposes, but as a true account of a life lived.
The difference was that Patti made her work into a cohesive body of output.
The last of the trilogy I read was M-Train.
I took my own M-Train, to Manchester and walked around the city, becoming lost in areas I'd known well, marvelling at the juxtapositions of new and old.
I'd taken my old Pentax 35mm and had taken a number of images already of the collision of ideas - new and old when the Muse spoke.
Goth Girl on Stoner Street was a collision of ideas a juxtaposition a subcultural artifact as clear as the steel and stone of the evolving city.
