Finished, pretty much. Tweaking to do - some omissions to be rectified. Taking today off to go to the neutral space that is Carcassonne, clear my head.
Found a pro tem title and a decent introduction, I think. Reaching the stage where I WANT to see this in print, which is perhaps a good thing. Or not, of course. Certainly want shot of it.
In Amsterdam, by luck, I met Lino Hellings. She advised me to keep my work diary on-line, exposing my work methods rather than protecting them, risking the humiliation involved in failure. So:celebrate error. In my heart I knew this to be a good idea. My brain, horrified, fortunately tells me it will be too boring for anyone to read.
Thursday, 28 December 2017
Saturday, 23 December 2017
23 12 2017
dribbling on... quitting when it gets hard. Getting back when I can. Seems to work as a technique.
But now its xmas, nearly, and mega sociable. Then on the 2cnd Jan the building work starts in the studio and I must prepare for that. Not overjoyed.
But now its xmas, nearly, and mega sociable. Then on the 2cnd Jan the building work starts in the studio and I must prepare for that. Not overjoyed.
Friday, 22 December 2017
22 12 2017
cracking on, getting at least some time every day. May have something ready to frighten designer with in the new year.
In the meantime, conversation (email) with Laine who is writing a piece about notebooks. I offered my installation from the Drawn by the Light of Burning Bridges show... then had to organise my thoughts about the thinking. (Its all embedded in this blog but couldn't be arsed to read it :) Besides, its always clearer in retrospect. Or more coherent)
That done, went out to an Indian music gig and took a notebook. After the trauma of killing the lifes collection I'd vowed never to use another but ... in the event.... and god! I enjoyed it. Nothing like an instant response to a sight.
In the meantime, conversation (email) with Laine who is writing a piece about notebooks. I offered my installation from the Drawn by the Light of Burning Bridges show... then had to organise my thoughts about the thinking. (Its all embedded in this blog but couldn't be arsed to read it :) Besides, its always clearer in retrospect. Or more coherent)
That done, went out to an Indian music gig and took a notebook. After the trauma of killing the lifes collection I'd vowed never to use another but ... in the event.... and god! I enjoyed it. Nothing like an instant response to a sight.
Saturday, 16 December 2017
16 12 2017
silence due to the fact that I'm working!! Or have been prevented from working and lying in a corner gnashing my teeth- getting plumbing in for next building work, cleaning houses for cooking dinners, dealing with current builder, managing etc etc .
But the cartoon book looks feasible.
Its all going rather well.
But the cartoon book looks feasible.
Its all going rather well.
Tuesday, 5 December 2017
05 december 2017
Back home and no sign of culture. Went to the Modigliani at Tate Britain and loathed it. All those wonderful pix I've known closely since I was a young artist, hermetically sealed under that thick non-reflective bullet proof and person excluding glass, ugh and thrice ugh. One of the pix I'd had next to my bed at boarding school pinned to the wall - couple of portraits, the nuns wouldn't have stood for a nude - was slightly smaller than Id expected. That's about all I gleaned from the show except in future to avoid these things and just buy the catalogue. It was the same with the Cezanne. A minor fortune to get in to see some curators idea of an artists work without the ability to actually experience it.
Better go and do some work now instead of spleen-venting. Wasps all dead.
Better go and do some work now instead of spleen-venting. Wasps all dead.
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