Scatterlings

When I was very small my parents had a record of Paul Simons "Graceland". It was by far my favourite record and became the theme music of my child hood. One song that stuck with me was "Call me Al". I always wondered how a boppy song could have lyrics so filled with longing and reverence that they seemed to be quite at odds with each other.

"A man walks down the street

It's a street in a strange world
Maybe it's the Third World
Maybe it's his first time around
He doesn't speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says Amen and Hallelujah!"

                                                            Paul Simon

                                                            Call Me Al

The word "Scatterling" seemed so eloquently to describe the different way peoples lives unfold, all from a common root, then like dandelion seeds being blown to new destinations, new journeys, paths overlapping and then drifting apart again. 

The true meaning for scattering is "a wandering vagabond person; a vagrant..." Which I guess I will be as of next week as I am embarking on a journey far from my home.

This is a documentation of my adventures, my drawings and my thoughts throughout my travels this year.