31 10 2020

 Absolutely nothing to justify my job description. Looking at inept pix and reading... oh the GSB piece for LoF finally edited and oven-ready thanks to the publishing team. I have no software to edit or even read - mercifully the team have dealt with it. Talking about using my drawings on the cover, though this may have been a devise to encourage me to edit the damn thing. Serve me right for biting off more than I can chew.

On which subject, tomorrow I start the preparations for a zoom lecture on arts and cybernetics. OMG.

29 10 2020

decreed that this is finished. Put it up on instagram where it has been re-interpreted out of its original thinking, that of drowned refugees. Never mind eh.

Got sent a certificate yesterday night, granting me the right to have FCybs after my name! I'm now a fellow of the cybernetics society. This morning a zoom with another cybernetic group wanting some artwork; plus a letter wanting an edit of a paper I've written elsewhere. All this stuff takes time and is only a hobby... but lockdown is here again, always a good chance to work.
 

28 10 2020

Survivors... so far. 

Vey wordy head. Not a good way to work though forcing such a deaf ear on myself that it might be OK.

 

27 10 2020

 Talk about fallow :) Yesterday was doctors for Bob, shopping, cooking; today is moving more furniture. Fiddled with a painting yesterday and see no way forward. Decided I so dislike the last that I will overpaint. 

Ces died yesterday, alone, of Covid; my vision only a week out of sync. I make no claims for it though.

24 10 2020

 Either fiddling, getting depressed or doing something else. Yesterday was devoted to moving furniture in chez Francois where Robin is moving in mid-november. Today I shall be painting some walls there. Green, since you ask.

Trying to suppress all arts notions and doing rather well.

21 10 2020

 Looking around the studio, struck by the comfortable petit bourgeoisness of the current output. Well tasteful. Most depressing. 

However, upheaval looms; furniture moving tomorrow and the day after plus a handful of commitments which will take me out of harms way and into another mode. Probably of rage at not being able to continue series. Sigh.

20 10 2020

 Fiddling; refinished tree, refinished first refugee, hating the ones I'm working on. Can't settle. Fortunately many interruptions.