Begun after the rather shocking discovery of a tiny geckho on my stomach this morning. On my pyjamas which is I guess why I didn't feel it. Did it sleep on me all night? How did it get there? And many other pointless questions. Eventualy brushed it off to the floor from where it now isn't.
All this clearing out... found an interview I did with Kitaj in 1997, extracted from a longer one and corrected by the dear man. So nice to *hear* his voice and see his careful writing. Here it is, can't think where else to store it:
Yesterday in studio, apart from Boxing day obligations - and I can't find anything and everything I tried was a disaster!! Yeah, back to normal.
Some things established; the co-misson is complete, packaging (which had seemed important) dosn't matter, the photobook copy is not only impossible but an unnecessary vanity.
Completely lost touch with the painting on the easel.
-at last, spending some time in the studio - sleeping there! Current bedroom has some raucous beastie in the attic which wakes and frankly terrifies me, so decamped to studio couch which is lovely. Moonlight through the skylights.
Archive room nearly nearly done, proper bedroom almost achievable, final details of co-mission possible though probably not till after christmas. Painting new bedroom walls in the spirit of India i.e. brightly, badly, patchily, full of joy.
The carnage continues - all my expos, love letters, projects realised and failed now in recycling factory in the Languedoc. Nice sense of being at my own funeral. More to do -
Suppose there will come a time when the current binning of my life will pay off - certainly in terms of space its a winner. Loosing critical faculties, just binning everything. Full of ancient dust. Dolour to match.
So pushing off to help brother in law do his xmas shopping in carcassonne today -
Yet to do; box the co-mission so its fit for delivery; arrange souvenir photo book; continue stripping archives. Got three days before Bob comes back.
And clean the bloody studio! Its unusable again.
Grafting; just putting in the hours. The painting is getting its proper shape but its still a while away - one reason being that there is too much paint on the canvas.
Bob left for a week in London today and most of that which I should be doing can't be done, due to work being done on my bedroom. Next week I can finish the binning of the archives but for the rest of this week its painting - though may have to restart this one on another canvas.
Damn painting now looks like plasticine - no matter how hard I tried as a kid, the stuff always ended up as a murky green ball. Assange is getting turned to the wall till he's dry.
The photos are back and make sense as a record of the Co-Mission. Plan to download and order photo book. In the meantime, continuing to strip the archive room. Wall between it and bedroom coming down today so a degree of urgency...
Wish I could paint all this better.
Can still shock myself - current painting is dire so presumably breaking some mould and forcing me into a new shape. Hope so, things can't be this bad for nothing. Can they.
