Coming back to that little question on critically analysing the contextual content of my practice or what the hell is my work doing? ‘I have a dream’, it’s terrible that such famous quotes can just boil down to some women trying to get a date on take me out. Might start to use famous political quotes to get a date, I’m a bit unsure how “I’m would like to recruit you” would go down I’ll give it ago. Thanks Harvey Milk. However back to this dream, which pretty much sums up how I’m feeling, I’ll set the scene for you. It was dark, I was going for a job interview, I was doing really well in till, I let my guard down, I became comfortable with the employer. Friends? Never I spilled the beans not the jack in the beanstalk beans, although I would like a golden egg, that I didn’t have a clue what I was doing. He looked at me in such shock and a little bit of disgust.
I guess I have this way of never completely allowing my practical work and critical theory live life side by side, helping a brother out, feeding each other. Although one always strays off, which leaves me in a bit of a ditch questioning my whole practice, maybe not having all the answers is a good thing. I got told once that if I had all the answers then there would be no point in making work. Knowing it all I wonder if I would rise up and become this master of art? Would everyone bow before me and I wouldn’t need to explain myself because I would be really good. This line between amateur and masters is it actually more exciting to be scurrying down here with all the other amateurs and when a group of amateurs come together and share knowledge does this become a collective mastery? I suppose but at the end of the day having a nice chat or hearing a good story is really what anyone wants.
Got an email from b and q asking me to think about my garden, thanks b and q it’s raining outside and the only garden I have is a little paved patio with a bbq sitting there rusting. Maybe I’ll become one of those famous gardeners that have a mansion and gardens naked with their long entangled naked partner. Or maybe I’ll become Forrest Gump I dunno if you can become someone else maybe as an actor but we can leave that and I can become Forrest Gump maybe without the wonky spin, learning difficulties, mum dying, lover dying, dead best friend although lieutenant Dan has magic new legs oh yeah last thing mother lose son but on the plus side I would be mighty fine at cutting the grass on my sit down mower oh and eat lots of shrimp. I don’t really like shrimp. On the note of lieutenant Dan the actor who also plays not Lenny but the other person in of mice and men George that’s it anyway it got me onto thinking about this sort of equilibrium that my work has I always thought I wanted this Shakespeare esc way of showing no respect for no unities showing comedy and tragedy. However I have realized that my work doesn’t swing either way I’m still kind of held up on what when Brian Griffiths said in a tutorial that my work was a bit flat I did agree with him at the time, GREAT. Coming back to the of mice and men the poem which the title takes it’s name from the best laid plans of mice and men often go astray in which your raised up to a higher level of fantasy but reality just hits you back down.
