It’s been some time between posts for me. In one moment, detailed in the prior UMW post, everything’s gone on milky overload. How simple it is to swap water for milk, Nat. Creamy, sticky, sweety, pasteurised goodness. Thinking about how the elixir of life would meld (and seep) into the scabby wooden floors of our potential venue. Very well, I believe. Building the scale (and not-to-scale) model of the village Nat and I sketched out across the floor and even up the walls – Zoe meandering in and out of trees, shoreline and town pump. Lots of textures and tones coming out in my brain now. Milky water dregs and curdled cream and blue cheese. Coagulation and renin in a gullet.
In the beginning I wanted her to climb out of a pile of suffocating white ash and dust, now I’d settle for a teacup of warm milk. I’ll give you a snorkle, Zoe? Yes?
