A nice snap of Ian, from our unassailable days. A performance in gallery 291. Photo featuring Julia Claxton and the Virgin Mary who was about to break into a falsetto misrendering of Panis Angelicus.
Still trying to clear out art store.
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.
Still trying to clear out art store.
Been clearing the artstock; removing paintings, washing them down, restocking them; taking out chests of photos.
Certain amount of triage involved.
Painful physically and emotionally. On the plus side, remembering positive attitudes. My generation of artists, poets, musicians were happily overthrowing our parents past and absolutely secure in our convictions. We knew the world was changing, hurrah; what we didn't know is that the new world was nothing at all to do with us. We were working hard for our cultural extinction, which happened regardless...
tant pis.
Blue Plaques docs in post - couldn't find out how to attach attachments electronically so went for the tried and tested, which means getting lost in transit; but I've kept copies.
Now to replace the books and generally tidy the chaos generated by the process.
Everything I'm doing is happening on a computer. Its coming up for my fathers 100 birthday and the societies concerned with his work are trying to generate an event or two. I've been charged with getting a Blue Plaque organised. Interesting process chiefly concerned with the building that the plaque will be attached to - and the yay or nay lies in the lap of the gods -
Research, frustration, brief victories, more failures.
His birth was registered, found that. His birth certificate doesn't exist. The govt site asks for info if something isn't right... another damn rabbit hole.
He'd started to reflect on an autobiog so mercifully a deal of unassailable info is there, published in David Ws book Think before you Think.
Yeah, right.