30th of July 2017. Ibiza.
Walking from the studio to town, (San Antonio) and back.
Today the Palm trees are clapping.
The large Hotels are growing out of the ground like big mushrooms.
All is alive. Bins, post boxes, traffic signs are all expressive, naughty looking.
Cars move as beings, also expressing feeling though their shape.
As I see it all alive like a child´s comic, placing eyes, noses and eyes on it all, I suddenly find a thought cross my mind that then changes the mood of what I´m seeing. I recognise the childlike aspect of this view and turn into the rational adult for a moment, telling myself it´s all my imagination, its actually all dead, we think we are alive and actually just automatically walking though this program and it´s all dead, but we play pretend it´s all alive.
I finally choose to return to the childlike view of it all being alive because I get interaction. Things communicate with me and tell me things. The other way, I walk isolated, unable to relate. Unless of course I take the active role in a sleepwalking society, then I become the “observer” of this disaster.
For this day and discipline I stick with being the child.
