Subsequent to my attending Frank’s talk regarding his Glastonbury murals, I returned to the town again the following day to visit the Summer Fayre organised in the Bauhaus style Zig Zag building and the Life Building. I had tried unsuccessfully to visit both buildings in the late afternoon the day before, but was encouraged to return for the Fayre the following day. I often feel myself being pulled here, and always enjoy returning. I do not fully understand this motivation, but do enjoy the sense of chaos and abandonment found within both buildings and the potential they both have for art and work projects, activism and the portrayal and inclusion of alternative life styles.
This equivocation is of course a veiled reference to the very nature of Glastonbury itself. I find it sometimes a chimera of a town, where it’s reality is often impermanent and, somehow similar to the sense of maya in India, Glastonbury seems to present with alternating depths of what is cogent and real. This is a fascinating quality and its demeanour can quickly change depending upon who you speak to, and where that conversation is held, and your own state of mind and receptivity and sensitivity and honesty at the time. But perhaps the maya is entirely in my own mind; after all, what is reality?