“ The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.” – Henry Miller

As I move through the apartment these days I’m aware that the light outside is changing – the bedroom seems brighter (it faces north-east) as the lower angle of the afternoon sun reflects off a neighbouring building’s windows, there are new shadows on the wall creating beauty where none was before. Other corners of the apartment are revealed by this same light fueling an urge to disrupt the everyday patterns of my books, objects and other ephemera, to breathe new life into these forgotten realms. I’ve been opening drawers and looking into closets gathering up abandoned dreams, scribbled notes, as well as the odd unread book – surfacing from the dream-like slumber of summer to embrace the new season to come…

This means saying good-bye to picnics…