Finally put some film into the camera and measured some light. It is raining heavily here now, some of the waterdrops come down as pieces of ice. The sky is greyish.
Moved my good old pen over the paper and the results are not as bad as I had feared. Whenever I stop, for whatever reason, I usually end up at square two... this time it might be square three or four?...
Certain shapes are now learned, certain elements are like words, are like passages of a book learned by heart. Who wrote this book?
The wind is much stronger now. Everything appears to be in motion, except for the colors. The colors are hiding now... maybe more of them later... we'll see...
It is hard to imagine but the wind and the rain are picking up. The grey of the outside is now brighter. Details of far away objects are disappearing...
It is nice to shoot with film. It is a very different kind of experience.
It is nice to draw... this experience is even stranger...
the rain is a bit like both. It is a bit like everything really. Maybe the rain is the answer to all of the questions I could have possibly asked today?
Now... just now... everything outside of the window... simply disappeared...
marvelous...
and I know that things look completely different not so far from here...
