72% Water

I saw this a while ago and had to draw my own response. 72%'s nothing, we can work through it.

My Cave.

This is my favourite place in the world. This cave is on a secluded beach in Wales with paintings on the rocks, when I go there, I lose myself. This cave is a cathedral of eternity, the eternal dripping of water, the eternally cool sand, I lean my head on the rust coloured rocks and I can hear forever echoing in the walls. It feels strong, like it hasn’t changed in millennia and never will, it doesn’t go back very far and yet I imagine endless tunnels beyond. When you leave, you renter the world of sun and sea and shouting, but my cave is always there, a bubble of soft living silence.

White Paint

This week I had an art exam. Whilst I worked one of the art technicians was preparing old canvasses for repainting, whitewashing over whatever was pictured on them before so that they could be recycled. It was quite a melancholy sight, each painting seemed to reflect the years each student had put into studying art: the stress, the relief, the feelings and emotions, quickly and mechanically erased. I wondered how many layers of paintings lay on those canvasses, how far they stretched back and how many dreams and disappointments had already been painted over. After my exam had finished, I piled up my own paintings and wondered how long it would be before they would disappear to make room for a new student’s work, only to be covered again in white emulsion.