Running log 6.2.15; 11:09; 3C sunny; 162 minutes.
Space, time, boundlessness; Wind ripping the breath as the day reveals itself. Sun hazy lemon: cool, barely warming yet inviting to engage, to celebrate - I am alive for one more day.
Repetition and rhythm, my feet hitting the ground over and over, my breathing ragged, coming apart and then synchronizing; senses being freed up, letting go…
I feel the ground under my feet and I know that I’m alive
I feel the wind through my lungs, draw breath and I know that I’m alive
I feel the rivulets of sweat on my body and I know that I’m alive
I feel, I feel
PERDURANCE 14: I RANandRAN AND WITH EVERY BREATH A PART OF ME WAS FREED (PFHOEM)
ORIGINAL PAINTING: Acrylic on linen in white wood tray frame; w 105 x h 105 x d 4 cm