about to do something i havent done in a while – walk away from the computer and read a book.
I have studio/making anxiety and find myself surfing the net instead of knuckling down. I am avoiding the situation, the moment and feeling very out of synch with art, my art and the art world.
I have cried twice this morning both about the same thing, the shootings on Utoya, I read the texts sent between mother and daughter whilst the shooting was going on. How they could be so calm was amazing, makes me tearful just typing this post and i cried again when a radio 2 dj read out an excerpt when i was driving.
The power of text in real time is frightening, absorbing, addictive and detached but at the same time provides a space to project and to latch on personally.
The mother must have wanted super powers to fly in and swoop her up, and all the others.
The boys are out of the house and its very quiet and i am surprised by how furious and angry I am by my powerlessness.
xxx
