Hello everyone. Inspired by the children's story book thread (thank you la) I must tell you my name is Clive and I am a browser ... an incurable browser.
Left alone in a room with a bookcase I browse. at first the titles and then, if left to my own devices, a page or two from a book or so, perhaps a chapter. I do this in bookshops, libraries, art shops with books, workshops with manuals - even, though it shames me to admit, across the self-help, make yourself better, sayings of the angels, author name bigger than the title, shelves of the airport kiosk. I will browse the table of women's gossip magazines at the hairdressers.
I even browse my own shelves. I can waste days when rearranging the bookcases or looking for a reference. Today, par example, I glanced at my poetry collection, took out Planet News (Ginsberg), put it back, looked down, pulled out Nine Modern Poets (Yeats, Owen, Auden, etc), put it back, looked down at the shelf below, pulled out Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog (Thomas) and spent an hour reading two stories. All while two portraits for an exhibition I have in February are sitting up at the studio awaiting my attention.
Does this happen to you ? Are you a browser ? Do you perhaps have a distraction activity even more compelling ?