Saturday we were chewing on whether to keep opening toward the bigger picture – scores – or to develop individual sections. The former was too sweeping, and we were ready to take a step beyond the latter. Language makes all the difference - we hit on the word “clusters.” (Someone has no doubt used this before but it was new to us.) This is akin to the quilting idea of taking some bits of pattern to form a complete block and yielded new insights about how parts are working together. For instance, “fashion show” leading to “chairlift” suggested having Eva performing an elegant “thousand articulations” solo in between. We wouldn’t have seen that possibility without that gap of ‘what now moving toward x?’. Clusters.
Haiku from a Sunday bike ride in Sonsbeek Park:
castle with mailbox
river with egret and wind
my heart has two homes
Sunday is a quiet day in the Netherlands. Laws (with a few exceptions) forbid shops to open. People of all stripes, and frequently extended families, go on walks or bike rides in the country. I biked around areas of Sonsbeek and Zijpendaal where I have recollections of being with my family when the kids were little – the field full of deer, the swan bridge with the pair of swans on the bank nearby, the waterfall which we stuck our heads through, the places we skated or watched herons rise from their nests in the trees, the place where we had a birthday picnic, the rose garden next to the castle, the field animated by a free rock music festival. I discovered the Steile Tuin (steep garden), new since we left Arnhem. The Dutch are bold with their garden designs and this one is all about drifts of single colors in different heights and forms with a channel of water gurgling through the center.
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