Last weekend I went 'home' to Buckinghamshire to attend a conference in London. While I was there I wanted to do some research, walking in familiar woodland. I walked with Mum, and she wanted to know what I was looking for, but I don't think that's how it works. I walk and sometimes I work something out, sometimes I just walk. Walking and looking I absorb, I ponder, I collect experiences.
This evening, walking back from the studio, I allowed my mind to wander through my current project. One idea opened onto another and clarity appeared through the fog. A practical solution to an aesthetic problem. Walking finds it's way through my mind in its own way.