My friend Yemisi Blake posted a random adventure on his blog, from This is Not A Book by Keri Smith. This resonated with the way Anna and I have been collaborating and the walks, objects and imprints we’ve been collecting in our separate cities. So I decided to try it. It’s called ‘Something Red’.
1. Go outside
2. Walk until you see something red
3. Take ten steps
4. Look down at your feet and describe what you see in detail
Tortoiseshell concrete: black amber grey white flecks, hard crusts of chewing gum, waterlogged cigarette butts – dabs of orange, crushed chestnut husks, cross hatched metal grate, square puddles gathering, pools of light reflected, eyes looking up, dark edges, circular lid, line of tar, melting snowflakes invisible.
I looked up to see what was around me, and saw this:
Guy Debord wrote:
The sudden change of ambiance in a street within the space of a few meters; the evident division of a city into zones of distinct psychic atmospheres; the path of least resistance that is automatically followed in aimless strolls (and which has no relation to the physical contour of the terrain); the appealing or repelling character of certain places — these phenomena all seem to be neglected. (Theory of the Derive)
Something to ponder on…