I guess I had not considered that sleeping in a museum wouldn’t involve much sleeping. As I briefly think again about the short after-dinner lecture on ‘sleeping in space’ it’s hard not to think that going to sleep on a thin foam pad on a hard floor at 3am and being woken up in earnest at 7:30 am would most likely disrupt my Sunday’s circadian cycle.
Today I went on an alternative London tour looking at some of the world’s best street art. Amazing, inspiring and provocative. The tour also included a workshop that enabled us to practice with some spray paint.
This day out has left me with a whole new perspective on the underground world of graffiti art. Even the smallest tag is a form of expression. Individual, often undecipherable messages that spell out scorn for our ever so over-controlling society.
Yesterday we had a lovely walk in Yearsley Moor in Yorkshire. There is a nice wood with ponds. During the walk I concentrated my attention on the trees. I really like the trees in this wood. They have different shapes and if you look carefully you can notice that there are barks of various textures and …