One of the teachers promised us a couple of weeks ago that London would be a much more pleasant place after the break. Apparently this is the hinge of the year weatherwise, when we finally move from the bleakness of gray winter to the daylight of spring. And it seems to be so, though I’m not about to make a declarative statement yet. It’s been too bleak for too long. Still, we’ve had hours of sunshine each of the past several days, something that was a rare occurrence in the past several months. And so London is indeed becoming a more livable place again.
[The previous paragraph was from yesterday. Tonight it's cold and rainy and windy. A dose of reality for those of us dreaming of spring. Then again, it is only the first week in March. But spring, like baseball, has a way of raising your hopes, luring you with siren song to set aside what you know is really true but seems suspendable--Maybe this will be the year. Yeah, this will be the year!--and then reminding you of what you already knew but had tried to wish away. Spring, cruel as only the sweetest child can be, loves to break your heart.]
This coming term we’ll be working with masks again. I’m looking forward to that (I think). Having a mask to work behind is helpful for me somehow. Freeing. Still, it makes the bodywork all the more essential since that’s basically what you have to express yourself with. We’ll also be making at least one of the masks we use, and I look forward to the hands-on creativity.
(PS—Add Tamil, Japanese, and Irish Gaelic to the list of languages in the previous entry.)
2 comments:
where's Tamil from?
southern part of india
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