High Tea

Something happens when you have a good time at a certain event, at a particular place. It’s usually something that isn’t formulaic like a wedding or a birthday party, but might be what that happens after the wedding is over, unplanned and unorganised. It’s usually a spontaneous coinciding of all the forces. After that one event, there is this great desire to re-create it, to pin down those spontaneous forces and make then reproduce themselves at your command. To create almost a tradition out of it.

Sometimes you nearly get there. It’s almost the same, but most of the time the harder you try to re-create the event, the further away it gets from the original.

Every year when I go home over Christmas I organise a little lawn picnic. The first few times I organised the picnic I neglected to invite anyone. (I use the word ‘organise’ loosely.) Since then the numbers have gradually increased, and now I need to co-ordinate the guests fluctuating schedules. The chiller vibe has somewhat flown.

That’s sort of what the drawing was based on. Trying to get back a perfect moment in a spontaneous event.