Feet back on the ground again.
Went up to Sheffield docfest with DAD co-director to see what we could learn about documentary film making. Sheffield seemed to be a very exciting and confident city and everyone was genuinely friendly. As well as all the campaigning issue-based stuff that is the heartland of documentary films, it came as a welcome relief to see some clips from artists’ films that could be considered as documentaries: Andrew Kotting’s Gallivant, Black Sun by Gary Tarn (absolutely fantastic) and Sleeping furiously by Gideon Koppel.
Since getting back it’s been all go as usual. Went to the Guardian private view of the Turner Prize. I wonder who will win. No video this year.
For the MA we all have to conceive of a show for Matts Gallery. We had a mini practice pitch yesterday and I found it useful. Do it for real next week in front of Robin Klassnik, which is very scary indeed. It’s not going to be as gentle as the Sheffiled pitching session I went to. Not giving anything away now.
And finally, went into the studio today and started some new work. Hurrah!
