I am very tired. Two nights of poor sleep have left me a little low in most ways and I am watching my moaning mind escalate and embroider. It’s not as pretty as the end of that sentence sounds.
I won’t throw any of those whinges your way, for they are but passing bleak thoughts that will soon enough evaporate. However, my general mood and recent experience led me to my theme for today. Having finally given up on sleep around 6 I slipped into browsing the online pages of a national newspaper. Probably not my wisest choice. This is what followed.
The Corridors of Power
Our pre Christmas treat for the first time in very nearly a century is a General Election. You know that. I know that. Apparently though we need hourly reminders. Reminders that generously offer us the very gifts we need for Christmas and beyond. Perhaps it would be more accurate (I don’t know why should I be accurate when they aren’t but hey, someone has to hold the line) to call them promises of gifts. Tax breaks, more money spent on the NHS, roads, education, free broadband, and 60m trees (not Christmas ones – missed a trick there). On and on the Christmas list runs.
How many of these presents will be sitting under your newly planted Christmas tree come the big day (25th not 12th)? After three years of broken Brexit promises do you believe your Uncle and Aunty Politician will actually put something in those beautifully wrapped colourful boxes? Or will they turn out to contain unwanted presents or maybe just an empty box? You know the answer.
As you probably know I have channelled some of my Brexit frustrations into art. Next weekend I’ll be submitting my two Brexit photos into the Swansea Open Art Exhibition, for consideration. This is a developing interest and one I will be continuing into the next troubled period. For you know that whatever the outcome of the General Election, Brexit will still rumble on. All sorted by 31st January? I think it’s more likely I’ll get my tax return in on time than we will leave in an orderly manner. I’m looking forward to at least two more photographic creations – another six months or so?
I am limited by my environment but I have realised that these empty corridor photos are the perfect riposte to the unseemly scramble for power we are immersed in. Enough said.