You're walking too fast, I can't keep up and neither can my computer

I love your Photo's Karen.  The image of the road give me the sense of hovering over the ground.  I'm imaging myself as a drone with a camera. Unfortunately my computer has thrown a wobbler and cant cope with what I'm trying to do with the photos.  
Words keep growing.  You can write really well.  I can imaging all this being turned into a video or a performance.  

I've re-imagined the walk with you and altered you text adding a stream of consciousness.  I've imagined that we've walked together. some of it makes sense and some of it is just me in the zone.  this is just a first draft and needs more work.

We walked to the White Collar Factory
where the blue collared folk would make white collars for their oppressors
The collars were round as the corner of Old street roundabout
down City road probably be cutting across he turned and said
You should become a taxi driver
"what? A taxi Driver? I would miss walking too much' Karen Snaps

You seem to know bits of this old city that even the natives don't know
We headed towards commercial and soon I was faltering
You walk too fast I said
But the relentless pace of this agile mind kept wandering
I'll let you know what I'm doing and where we're going
just keep up

I can see the Shard now
I think I am still in the Borough of Islington
but i cant be sure
It must change soon
from one borough to another
skipping through the compressed clutter of the city
A parkour of seeing in a city full of structures that juxtapose to form
a gestalt of ideas and possibilities

Its freezing cold
my fingers are frozen as we take the photos
It allmost seems that we don't cate that its so cold
the cameras are just part of us
as me hurriedly snap away before the dusk takes away our canvas
before the loss of apricity undoes our play
not sure how they are going to turn out
I'm sure the photos will be fine
They are less images and more documents of emotion
as if what was felt when you witness the moment
can be transferred into this box
by trapping the light we can press our thoughts
into the pages of ourselves

We ended up coming down further on City road
and turned left onto Worship street which is quite appropriate
we are preying for warmth
to get out of the cold
all explorers need to get back to base
and out fingers were longing to be curled around a warm cup of cha
Also, her new studio is an old Synagog so there is a link
Making art is like worship
you believe in the thought
you are dedicated to the making
you practice drawing like a chant
it needs to happen daily
life seems empty without it

on one side of City road its the Borough of Islington
on this side - Worship Street - its the Borough of Finsbury
we have flown in between places
one the border between regimes
at a juncture where everything changes and yet everything is the same
the no-mans-land of litanies

"Hey Ash
I was just thinking "
Karen said
"I was talking to Andrew this morning
He said
I don't get lost
its not #gettinglost
its not wandering
as I walk with purpose
I said in return
I get lost in my head
while I'm out walking with purpose"

I found this explanation profound
Like a epiphany
the thought of
walking with purpose
but without a fixed destination seemed profound
This is what artist do
This is the honesty of our labour
It is the purpose with which we dive
through the streets of experimentation
and bring back gestures that mark pages
with everything from charcoal to tape
that makes it all worth while

Karen went on
"I get lost in the moment
of taking the photos
looking and looking and looking
I don't know about the wandering bit
throws up interesting things
different people see different things"
and thats what makes us creatives I guess
we see the alternative side of everything and everywhere
we dream while were awake
and that makes us want to make
it makes us see things that others can't

we stop to take pictures of garbage
and when they balk
without even an ounce of curiosity at what we are doing
we're still lost in the moment with the article of insignificance
that lays on the ground
our eyes in a fleeting dalliance with shapes and colours
we cant see them
and we also never reciprocate
when a dirty look is belched our way

cycle on Paul Street
Karen took a photo of a double cycle
on the corner of Paul Street
where Paul runs into Wilson
two cyclists plating in the middle of the road
reminds me of the Raleigh chopper i never had
but always wanted
Maybe I should get a bike
so i can sit here with these sedentary cyclists in the road
watching the world overhead

"I was taking photos of all round this area in 2014
I was doing the other art fair at the old Truman brewery
it all looks so different"
Karen explains
everything changes
we change
and so places
like people need to change
the only difference is that these places will be here for a long time
a long time after the people have gone

the buildings that were being built then have been built
I do remember little bits here & there
even the road markings have aged or there's new ones
I guess 3 or 4 years on
you look at things differently

the end is never the end but the begin of something else
the dissent and decent of one thing signals the assent of another
drawings in the sand that are smoothed over by the relentless tides
as the sea washes over the beach it leaves marks of its own which are just as profound as any other we would make

#doubleyellows on the corner of Clifton Street #40
Its a dead end for cars
pedestrians can walk through

creativity is the human spirit
we can always find a way to walk through
just imagine double yellows for people not to stand around in a place
it wouldn't work

Humanity is creativity
and it can't be suppressed
necessity is creativity
or rather creativity is nesssesity
when its taken away
our demise follows

I saw an amazing building/structure on the outside
I am going to head towards that
mostly all glass - I'll see what that's all about
just another example of what can be imagines and achieved
even corporations need humans and their creativity eventually

going past the army reserves centre on Clifton
I was in the Army Reserves in Australia for 7 years
as a truck driver
Karen explains

in the distance Karen recognise a building which is part of Broadgate
the back of Liverpool Street
we head there
​one of my favourite public sculptures is there
light boxes by David Batchelor says Karen
we stopped to take a photos on route

David Batchelor's sculpture in Broadgate
its the sun street entrance/exit
I love it

this building beside it
is one of Karens favourite buildings
the shapes of the windows on the outside
I call them un-equal quadrilateral
its the UBS building
I don't know what that means
or it houses UBS
its massive

I'm back where I started
2 days ago explains Karen

Going to take a few more photos round here
couple more photos I see in the distance
then head to the studio
so thats it for today
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