10 December, a bad day for me at uni - grappling with Baudrillard and Ranciere whose texts I have found pretty much incomprehensible, feeling unable to connect any of this with the art I'm interested in (or to express this), the gloom and constraints of the lecture and seminar rooms - I go outside mid afternoon and see a pale, subtle glow through the trees on Grand Parade. I follow it down to the beach where the sun is setting. Others too have been drawn to sit in the cold and gaze.
The image is such a cliche but at the same time so powerful and my inner state shifts immediately. Light diffusing through air, the entire seascape luminous, the fragile capturing by the waves of reflections, expansive, archaic, the sun's connection with life, joy. . . . more cliches, impossible to express - but there it is.
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