While wondering about the concept of psychogeography and, at the same time, drifting physically around london I dropped down a few ideas…
rough notes on my phone as I was drifting:
everyone individually listening to their own , melody in cities . Transporting , physically mentally , drifting off to sleep awaken again , reality . sitting down is a guilty feeling , on a bus- moving reflections... constant you.. moving environments.. constant self.. TIME .. SPACE.. MASS.. MATTER.. negative space.. positive space.. pop of color .. wakes you up.. catches your eye.. captures your attention.. LUCK.. lucky , unlucky routes.. corners.. alleyways.. light alleyways.. airy.. Asian/text overlap... floating.. lights, neon, shadowy, trees...
Reflection, another you , mirrored image text , glimpse. Long look , glance , until your image gets contorted , like that experiment, reflection in the dark, in the light, contrasting color representation, opaque / transparent/ solid, reflection of reflection, writing reflection...
others seeing/perceiving you... you judging others.. we make our glass boxes... vibes.. color atmosphere.. emit from mouths eyes fingers feet.... do they know you? You know them? Perhaps you met before, perhaps not even in this life, perhaps you're going to meet in the future. Will you recognize each other again? how strong will your bond be compared to the one you have now? is it an accidental meeting? destiny? shatter their glass boxes.. yours gets shattered.. is it strong or weak... intentionally/ unintentionally,? Accidents.. good accidents.. road kill.. stuck in time .. trapped In your vision.. stuck to the ground, your familiar environment.. meet new ones animals vibes
city .. concealing emotions.. to the world... what if we all showed extremes.., unlock them , are we all in our glass container, reflecting off each other.? chocolate factory glass elevator, transparent yet reflecting , the rose in the glass , curse , falling petals
Contacts and glasses... what do we see through our glass boxes... 'put your rose colored glasses on...'
walking through . Smells . Noises. Authentic you . Light shadow traces...//=taking pics , drawing them , no memory of. MEMORY
guided paths.... veering off
leaving traces... leaving shadows. Taking pics . Sth so temporary yet solid . Losing shadow. Peter Pan . Never growing up. Neverland. Magical surrounding. .
weighing of heart in afterlife ancient Egypt.. a hearts a heavy burden
drifting..(taking pics)(capturing that scene that will never be the same again) (adding something new to it) (pictures I have no memory of taking)(really bad ones?)(instead of a set image) . painting the city.. geometric.. dripping,, people's emotions (fogging out) (emotions dripping
Highlighting forgotten parts of image , dripping ,emotions too
From my slanted warped image of the city
what do I want to convey.. sadness in buildings. drifting in London. pigeons? glass boxes. Individuality. Hidden emotions of an individual, of a crowd. what do pigeons/we see. hear. smell...
eavesdropping.
'Exploring cities' - personal account of travel and dislike in travel, but exploring one place? how do I feel. tourist. Where is 'home'. Drifting... from birth.. ? now London. Where is the destination.. ? where do I belong. A puzzle piece trying to fit into the puzzle.
drawing project. could be drawing from candid photos of . Strangers. how strange are they on the outside, inside. from places I've been.
text ... about not feeling real
Leave s drift and fall ...
foot steps ..
Write /wherever I go , what feelings at that location ?
Pictures of my shadow - am I anyone as my shadow ??? Peter Pan, youth , travel, not wanting to move or grow up
spirited away dust mites drifting through the wind
reflection >>> of ourself , warped surfaces , warped self.... artist's..
Stromae.. individuality... alors on danse
sth lost but not forgotten
drenched in dreamy orange hue, supposed to be warm but strangely eerie when the whole world is painted/// layered with an opaque shade or warmth; like sth is off, sense of danger, a warning, disguised in a fake hug. it was not the sun. blink, and it's gone . dust particles. cloudy . Putting your orange (rose) colored glasses on and taking them off....
what sick person has sat in this seat walked these streets what have the buildings seen
heart belongs to mountains nature London city vermin fox and pigeons trash litter
a girl who longs for countryside stuck in the city hustle and bustle