There Must Be More Than This
from adi's album: traces in spaces I just find myself reflecting on this photo this morning. It's from one of Adi's albums . One of my favorites I'd say. I've been staring at it and looking at the misty windows. The notes posted on the walls with hand torn masking tapes. The ball of yarn forgotten in the corner. The collecting dust on the sill. She easily notices things like that and oftentimes draws her into a quiet place of her own. Something I never really quite understood but have slowly begun to appreciate. During the past 3 years of her stay in London we've been keeping in touch and I've learned about her life through these photographs and occasionally her handwritten journals scanned for posterity on this pag e. I've often wondered why I have gravitated so much to her way of life and behind closed doors I always realize that it is because there's not much of this kind of rhythm in mine. I don't know what this ...