So now the Kenmare Arts Festival is over and I am slowly recovering from the whirl of activity. I met some lovely people but am not really the type of person who is very resilient to too much activity and extroversion so I hope to return to a more Zen state soon. I have lost touch with my practice, even at the weekends as I didn't really have any energy or focus left. The Art and Music did not really sell well this year, it is a very difficult time for artists and likely to become more so. It does make it difficult to stay motivated. Sometimes I even get self-doubt from the recognition that the products artists use to create come from the unsustainable capitalist industrial system. I think it was Albert Camus who said 'to think is to begin to undermine yourself'. It's Sunday today, the day I try to preserve a poetic mood by not looking too closely at the outside world. I have a tween now and he's playing along to Teen Spirit rather loudly on an electic guitar that won't tune properly. It reminds me of what people say about always remembering where they were and what they were doing when something momentous happens. I can still remember the thrill of the first time I saw it on MTV as a teenager. Today is September the 11th, a day that reawakens painful memories for many people.
Before it was gone forever I took some photographs of the festival office.
