It's Still Life

Sometimes there’s no starting point, you’re in the middle of it all before you realise it started, and someone said that a storm was blowing in, but until it’s hanging right overhead, that storm is somebody else’s storm, somebody else’s problem. So we sat on the floor, drawing flowers and pressing plants on writing paper, Babylon and gardens and couscous pebbles, and we’re trying to recreate the visual but not all art is meant for eyes. We explored these dust-dry stone streets, those cinammon-crumbling buildings. We’ve passed by here before, can’t say when – last week maybe, last year, a different life, it’s a time-lapse view when you’re watching the skies with cameras strapped on pigeons. Those birds were our eyes before we understood the starting point of things – when we rolled art into scrolls and wrote silent scores for the other side of ears.

written for Miz Quickly Pigeon Cam. The image is from Dr Julius Neubronner’s Pigeon Camera