The GP said I probably have a fractured vertebra.
After getting an X-ray (result pending at time of writing) I did the following in this order:
- Had a lie down (because it hurt).
- Bought a portable DAB radio (in case I have to go into hospital).
- Went for a swim (to relieve the pressure of gravity and to exercise the bits that aren’t broken).
What’s this got to do with art?
Everything. My life is a work of art in itself, or so it seems to me right now. Being alive is my best work to date.
I'm an artist, damn it!
As I sit here and write this, my fingers dance over the keyboard.
As I sit here and write this, every breath is a celebratory song.
As I sit here and write this, I reflect on how much I would miss this if I could no longer do this (but there is Dragon!). So I will do as much of this as I can while I can.
Another time I had a fracture my mother put me in the sea, stood beside me with her hands under my torso and taught me the breast-stroke. I was five years old, a spindly twig, unable to walk; yet I could float and move.
Whatever goes on in my body, I will always swim.
Whatever goes on in my mind, I will always write.
Wherever my body and mind go, I will always be in the world.