It was a grey day today. I pottered around with some art ideas in the morning. I brought an R2D2 toy and included it in a giant panoramic picture taken from the Rialto bridge. I worked on the image for a few hours. I wasn't sure about this image and spent the day being rather negative about my current ideas. I think this was partially to do with having a hangover and waking up very early. I am beginning to feel like I am melding into Venice. Become part of this unusual furniture. Later in the day I visited the Island of Murano via an island cemetry, which I want desperately to visit soon. Marano is famous for its glass. It was a strange place like a small Venice, full of squares with giant amorphous glass sculptures. It, or I, felt quite dislocated from the world here. A long time ago in a place far away. I realise how cruel, over the years, I have been about myself, my self worth and my attitude to my own work. This day is tiring to the core. The boats keep me afloat as I drift towards my temporary home. Back at base I make some pasta with local vegetables and I watch the Sopranos. I fall asleep. When I awake I feel that I should make amends for something. For something that shouldn't be missing from the world and it's seems I have spent too many years drifting away form this long forgotten note, this mysterious message in a bottle, waiting to be opened.
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