It’s all a blur to me now so many weeks have passed and I can’t remember one day from the next and the hours fly by and it’s 4am and I am just going to bed and when I wake up it’s late but it is still early and people are just arriving from the day before and there’s so much to do before the time is up before it gets dark and then light again and there are hours days nights spent in galleries on subways walking in snow drinking sitting in smoky bars sitting for a painting watching listening talking feeling it’s dark and then it’s light again and there’s a rush to see something to feel something to know something before there’s no time left to try and make out the landscape through a dirty window speeding away to somewhere unknown and exciting and for a moment it is impossible to think that this time this blur is sharpening and it will too soon be time to try and make out the landscape through the dirty window speeding away to somewhere known and familiar sitting dreaming aching for a little more time.

*photo: The Czech Republic