{"id":7984,"date":"2023-09-09T17:41:30","date_gmt":"2023-09-09T07:41:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/yumcreative.yumstudio.com.au\/?p=7984"},"modified":"2024-02-24T15:11:01","modified_gmt":"2024-02-24T05:11:01","slug":"wherever-you-go","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/yumcreative.yumstudio.com.au\/wherever-you-go\/","title":{"rendered":"Wherever you go"},"content":{"rendered":"
Baile \u00c1tha Cliath, Republic of Ireland September 9th 2023 – Come Home Journal #21<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n A reckoning of the journey (turas<\/em>) to tour Dancing Shadows <\/a>in Ireland, a retrospective of my film works as part of the Come Home<\/a> project.<\/p>\n “Wherever you go, there you are!” Darling Daddio.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n This morning I lay in bed, with a cup of tea, talking with my lover, on the other side of the world, also in bed having a cup of tea. Or was that yesterday?<\/p>\n We mishear each other and talk about our furbaby Betty. He tells me she hears me and searches the back of the phone to see me. He has to go to sleep while I am about to start my day.<\/p>\n On my walk into the town centre I find a feather. Birds really are divine, a little scarey too close, leaving gifts of their flight. I find some graffitti my dad could have written.<\/p>\n “I’ve been running from myself for years, and I still can’t lose the fucker!”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n I take a photo and send it to my daughter Fagyn. Then I ring her. My voice sings and kicks laughter into the square. I’m full of verve. Talking. Laughing. More talking. Travelling on my own I’m talking a lot to myself and a lot more to other people. She’s tired and very unbubbled. I remember its the time difference again and let her go into the night as I go into the day.<\/p>\n