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 -
