Just have to say - this blog has to be the best kept secret in the world. It's deliberate. I am not yet sure what purpose these blogs can serve...andhats offto all frequent bllog writers, I am finding my writing feet here. I can do comedy in shows and even write plays. writing in 'article' style is a new art to master.
My last visit with Dr P was last month. I have been kept busy with directing adn promotingmy next teaching show and writing enough material to do an hour-long sharing of the new show- in-development...
On the 26th Jun, Dr P ran a different programme or protocol to usual. The last time she ran it it was completely silent, she later told me.
It started up and I was looking for the usual bar graphs or carpet/tapestry graph and listening to the clunks and cheeps of the regular programmes.
Instead I heard choral harmonics.... something like the soundtrack of an art-science-fiction film (like the original Solaris). That is your brain said Dr P.
It's singing I said.
I guess there's a lot credit due the makers of the machinery....but this was beautiful...I wish I had taken more notes. The tones changed sounds, to that of violas, later muted brass and violin. Surges, pauses, crescendos. Different combinations of timbres came and went like beautiful clouds of colour.
I came away with a new awareness that inside my skull is this delicious twin halved, soft and elicate network of intricate and shifting connections. The beauty of those octopi or squid whose skins shimmers with changing light. The word Brain had aways shown me a graphic image before - a two-dimension and, profile view, in grey, black and white. It's an opal made of tissue and blood. It's delicate, it's creative it's forever in movement and it's alive.