Fresh discoveries, and reaffirmations. Now there’s balance for you. Actually, visiting the exhibition of Alex Scheffler’s work, at Mottifont Abbey, was a bit of both. Seeing a selection of his colourful creations, close up, was a new experience. His mastery of visual communication undeniable. Mr Scheffler has been a busy man, in the most positive sense.
The flipside being perfectly captured in a short radio clip I happened to hear earlier this morning, before I sat down to write this post. Oliver Burkeman on Fetishising Busyness soberly reaffirms the self-fastening knot of busyness that affects our daily lives. Unless, like me, you are useless at knots.
Maybe Rebecca Solnit has some of the answers. In one of those newspaper interviews
where you find yourself nodding in agreement with the sentiments, even if you are a world away from the experience, the writer declares, “I’m an introvert who loves staying home alone, and it wasn’t as if I was yearning to be super-famous. I didn’t want to be the Stephen King of feminist prose style, or something.” This kind of dovetails with a statement made by another of my favourite writers, Cormac McCarthy. When asked about his low public profile, he answered that he’s not a recluse, but he is a “gregarious loner”. I liked that, and I’m always trailing it out when people suggest that I should socialise more.
Then came a musical discovery, only yesterday. I stumbled on a most beautiful album. Judee Sill’s ‘Heart Food’, released in 1973. How on earth did I miss it?