Went to see the Richard Long exhibition at the Tate Britain.
At first there seems something banal, too cool and reductive about it – but then like settling into the rhythm of a long walk…
Relativity and measurement
Straight lines and meanders
Stone and water
Movement and stillness
Outside and Inside
The transient and the long lasting
The physical and the temporal
Circles and squares
Limited and liberating
Chance and intent
Walking, eating, sleeping
And always the walk
Of his walks I dreamt most about walking until the first cloud appears in the sky, walking from Stonehenge to Glastonbury on June 21st, and walking every track and road within a certain radius of the Cerne Abbas Giant
solvitur ambulando
Enchanted Isle 