from rest comes enlightenment.
it's reading week at the university, the libary has been very quiet and the refectory surprisingly well stocked of food. After last the tiredness of last weekend, the week has been relaxed and steady. The dsylexia tutorial went well, it feels like the essay has got a beginning to the process.
In other news, the film festival I applied to has not required to show the film and there's been an excited email telling me I've been published in A N.
I feel quite flat, the exposure maybe coming too soon. The working so hard to be recognised that when there is some recognition I don't know how to behave. If we were looking for psychological insight into the self I would be able to highlight deep routed needs to be recognised as myself, a legacy from childhood. Luckily this is a blog to do with third year study of fine art so I don't need to go that deeply into it, phew, that was close.
If I had teabags, I'd have a cup of tea now, oh well, best get dressed and go buy some tea bags.
