
"Because the tree bloomed seasonally we felt its body like our own. A tree stood still and yet suffered change. A tree growing old grew down into itself. Trees could not heal wounds, only cover them up. Trees were magnificent survivors. Trees got used. Trees behaved erratically under stress. Trees strove to fulfil an ideal shape but were twisted out of it by pressures of existence."
Roger McDonald - The Tree in Changing Light
I start with that quote mainly because I like it and also because its poetic sentiment balances out a week where my head has been mostly occupied with things practical. Well that is not entirely true, actually I have been thinking a lot about the nature of love and my struggle with two primary yet conflicting drives; my desire for love and my need for independence. But as this seems to have nothing to do with the project I won't discuss any further in this blog (though I seem to never tire of thinking or talking about it so I am sure it will come up again in the future).
As I was saying, with regard to the project this has been a week of practical concerns, mostly in the form of planning for the next 24-hour shoot coming up June 27th. I have been making a banner with my web address to display on the day, looking for hot water bottles and approaching party hire companies about sponsoring me by supplying a small marquee. I am also looking for people to help out on the day. If anyone reading this is keen to come along, please send me a message using the contact page on this website and I will get back to you with more information.

On another note, following on from my blog last week, my prediction that all the leaves would have fallen from the tree by this week turned out to be wrong. There is still a good quarter of them left clinging on. At the moment the tree looks like it has just gotten out of bed to answer the door; disheveled, half dressed with its hair undone. The stillness, dignity and beauty of a leafless winter tree is yet to befall it.
I have also started keeping a list of things the tree has given to me and I thought would share it here.
1. A brooch. Actually a gift from Belinda inspired by the tree. For those of you who don't know Belinda is my housemate, A couple of weeks ago she gave me this brooch, I now wear it on my favourite yellow coat.
2. A connection to my neighbourhood. I have been doing this for a while now and people are starting to stop and ask me what I am doing. I feel I have become a presence in my neighbourhood, in an interesting and positive way, this is very satisfying.
3. A reason to write this blog. Something I have wanted to do for ages that has also given me lots of lovely messages from people after reading my postings
4. A small routine to build my week around. See my last two entries for more on this.
5. A kiss from a boy. I won't go into details here, but it was a romantic moment and a nice story. More kisses from other boys always welcome
I am sure this list will continue to grow...
Finally, this week I went to Michelle Hamer's exhibition Tramspotting at fortyfivedownstairs. If you haven't already been it is well worth a look.

Her work captures beautifully and with humour the fleeting moments of our world that are ever present but often missed.
Open until June 13th more details here http://www.fortyfivedownstairs.com/whatson.php