drawing | moving

there is no action that moves me so as moving. i must have had this forever, because when i was small i glued my face to the car window and just swooned, looking at the world happening outside, moving about.  

i lost/lose myself in day dreams, plans and expectations (those were great!), when moving. these days my commuter train cleaves through pretty much the same landscapes i first got to know extensively when i was around about fifteen. 

there's been a time in my photography development years i photographed movement. nothing like lartigue dear ever did, but i enjoyed it anyway. right up to the moment teacher said, and now for something completely different: still life. i naturally said no. 

movement is my best mate. in movement i dare dream big. a moving landscape talks to me, gives me energy and courage. so much so i sometimes take the train to absolutely nowhere, just to be moving. to clear my head even. 

incidentally, as i was coming home from work last thursday, odysseia 2015 was putting up a small show in a central station's reception hall. shoes hung from the windowed ceiling, look at them move about! fische frauen's weekend theme: love it! ☻ {PS - i've looped the moving image above just 19 times, so it does stop eventually! by clicking the image you start up the moving again.☺}