With Cinzia from YouTube, and possibly two other people.
I am looking at a drawing I am doing. it is a rough pencil sketch. I have no idea where the drawing is headed or what my plan is. I realize the drawing shows a middle-aged middle Eastern (possibly Mediterranean?). in front of him he is holding three cows (?). This is where the drawing is going! I am excited by this and look again - the drawing does not seem as cohesive. There is possibly a wall behind the man. They are in some kind of market harbour town.
The drawing becomes some kind of documentary (?) that myself and Cinzia are watching - though parts of it still seem a drawing. There is a boy hiding and running called Billy Mumford. Then there is the man again looking sad and rejected. Cinzia says it must have been awful - all of his friends and family have moved on leaving him behind - and back in his time (Napoleonic?) there was no way of communication. He is now alone.
The documentary starts to be about the process of immigration. it seems a brutal affair. To get onto the ship, the children need to swim down some kind of underwater passage.
We are sat on some kind of grass slope - possibly leading down to some kind of building. it is sunny - though has the feeling of autumnal sun than summer. Possibly late afternoon? Behind us shouting. A group of men - football hooligan types - walk by, and sit on the grass further down. Their presence disturbs me though they do not seem to have noticed us.
Walking in corridors - reminiscent of school corridors, maybe watching the documentary on some kind of small screen?
I accidentally brush Cinzia's hand. She squeezes it. I squeeze back. We almost go naturally to hold hands but we draw away. She makes some comment about it but does not seem unhappy it has happened.
I am rolling a huge, ridiculous joint. I am putting twigs amongst the tobacco. It is feet long. I know there are no drugs in it though.
At some kind of outside stall / food van, approaching the counter.
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