The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing *

I really just feel like wishing everyone a peaceful Mothering Sunday. (I never knew mine but that's another story, a lifelong blog in itself.) It's just that the more you look at the state of the world today, if in fact you look at all, the more you can despair at the breakdown of communication, and the more you want just to concentrate on what you at least perceive to be the good in most things. Keep talking. Keep mixing. Keep it open. And don't let the bad bugs bite. That's about the sum of it. I spent much of the day with the artist and the children in the park. I had a camera with me. I filmed them all, I filmed them a great deal, plus dogs, lots of dogs, planes, tree bark, flowers, a broken mirror, a collapsed wall, a boarded-up building, more dogs, a skateboarder, a jogger, a magpie, a keep-fit team, different clusters of trees, domes, a wedding. Everywhere you looked it was as if nature, or just life, was trying to tell you something profound, and it was simply a question of whether you had the patience to understand what exactly it was it was trying to tell you or not. I filmed another plane. At some point we passed a sign for a race from the park tomorrow and it then crossed my mind that this may well be what the man at the airport of the other capital with the helicopters and mountains in the background had been talking about. The one who surprised me by the candid explanation of what he did. It would be funny to see him. A small part of me obviously is not really here at all. It is still there in the other capital. Another part is simply waiting for the gallerist to return from holiday and cast her judgement. But my Mothering Sunday wishes are here. Respect. Which may, the more I think about it, be presence enough.
*Edmund Burke (1729-1797)