‘ALL ROADS LEAD TO HOME’ by David PartingtonPosted: June 23, 2014
When is it the beginning of the end? It doesn’t have to be like this, our own choosing and a lot of procrastinating develops through our days and weeks. We suffer too much for the want of others and the fear of being alone. Negativity is rife in this world, bullies and competition remain our greatest defeat. I am weak just like the next person, I see but do little to help, my eyes are open but I have no bravery.
Through mud, toil, shale and clay I walked, from thick smog to clear skies, through stenches of filth and poverty. I walked through cities of unimaginable wealth and the poorest of the poor. At first it was unrecognisable, so I walked on. Then a feeling though the deep uninterrupted part of my soul. I turned and looked a fresh. Paths once opened now closed, I walked through and around until I got my bearings. There, it’s there.
Opening up the door light creeps into the dark room, illuminating the contents of a life lived, problematic shortcomings invade my mind as I try to explore with an outsider’s perspective. The house had been built in the Victorian era, once surrounded by fields it was now hemmed in by buildings of various era and quality. There was a smell unfamiliar but not unpleasant, I walked into what would have been the parlour, pulled a dust sheet from the armchair folded the cloth and took a seat. Leaning back, closing my eyes and falling into a deep unfamiliar sleep. I was home.
—————————————————————————————————————————————————————–David Partington is a well respected ceramicist and artist whose work can be seen athttp://partingtonspots.tumblr.com/ He can be contacted through http://www.facebook.com/partingtons.pots