It is an emptiness, within which objects sit, which define what exactly it is. Our relationship and perception of space, is really what creates it. The concept of space cannot exist without the existence of objects, things, people, or sounds that penetrate it. The way in which we move, through space, both creates the space and assists in shaping our relationship with it. Space is a mystery. It indicates freshness, new opportunity, something yet to be created and yet to exist. I need space, I say. By this, what I usually mean is that I need to create something – my life is in need of something fresh, some opportunity, some plainness upon which I can paint coloured patterns.
I’ve not been writing, much. I need space.