In an earlier universe, reality was a colouring in book. We roamed the blank pages and the line drawings until a nice landscape caught our attention. We got our pens and spray cans and crayons and got to work. Haphazard and messy. Vibrant colours went over the lines. We splodged ourselves and blended into the environment and went exploring.

In an earlier universe, reality was a colouring in book. We roamed the blank pages and the line drawings until a nice landscape caught our attention. We got our pens and spray cans and crayons and got to work. Haphazard and messy. Vibrant colours went over the lines. We splodged ourselves and blended into the environment and went exploring.

We Painted the Fields

Hi, I’m James and this is my personal journal.
I have difficulty sometimes with words, so I wanted to keep a journal that wouldn’t involve them. Instead I try to communicate by improvising a piece of music every week.
Some call it ambient and post-rock. It has things in common with those, and others. Abstract and impressionist, it changes.
It’s me, recorded most often in a moment and not repeated, it contains all the happy accidents* that occur with this sort of thing. It often has a soothing effect and is meant to be listened to, but can work in the background.
Check out other things I do at <a href="https://strangetextures.com/">strangetextures.com</a>.

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Hi, I’m James and this is my personal journal. I have difficulty sometimes with words, so I wanted to keep a journal that wouldn’t involve them. Instead I try to communicate by improvising a piece of music every week. Some call it ambient and post-rock. It has things in common with those, and others. Abstract and impressionist, it changes. It’s me, recorded most often in a moment and not repeated, it contains all the happy accidents* that occur with this sort of thing. It often has a soothing effect and is meant to be listened to, but can work in the background. Check out other things I do at strangetextures.com.

Hi, I’m James and this is my personal journal.
I have difficulty sometimes with words, so I wanted to keep a journal that wouldn’t involve them. Instead I try to communicate by improvising a piece of music every week.
Some call it ambient and post-rock. It has things in common with those, and others. Abstract and impressionist, it changes.
It’s me, recorded most often in a moment and not repeated, it contains all the happy accidents* that occur with this sort of thing. It often has a soothing effect and is meant to be listened to, but can work in the background.
Check out other things I do at <a href="https://strangetextures.com/" rel="noopener noreferrer">strangetextures.com</a>.

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