Jan 13th was my second free day. I spent the good majority of the day with my boyfriend on a tree hunting adventure! I bought this book from the Tate Britain called, The Great Trees of London, and it lists all the historical and awesome trees all around London. My friends were like, what London like cares about trees? To an extent yes. There is a history of garden culture in Great Britain and there were scads of books concerning the subject in bookshops.
So anyway, we prounced about like flower children, finding 5 trees in Central London. Our favorite was one behind St. Pancras Church, it was growing atop a pile of old tombstones. It was beautiful, like a natural earth-hewn sculpture of wood and stone-- you're most basic sculptural materials.
After that, I joined my theater friends to a show called Death Trap. The set was wonderful, depicting a renovated old barn. You could see all the "rafters" of the old barn. It was a nice escape from reality. The story was a bit farfetched, two playwrights killing eachother out of passion and jealousy for fame. But like I said, a nice escape from presence.
Sometimes I relate art to that kind of escape. I wonder if such escapes are healthy or an indication of an unhealthy mind or insecurity or something. Probably both.
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