I am finding it difficult to get back into writing regularly, struggling with the remembering and recording of things that might be interesting. At the moment I'm spending a lot of time staring at the stars and trying to recreate that feeling of losing myself in space. Day two of my London holiday is detailed below.
It rained all day.
At the Chisenhale Gallery I saw Anthea Hamilton's show Gymnasium which I really enjoyed. It was a light and airy confident arrangement. Later I saw a group show at The Whitecross Gallery, with some lovely and very reasonably priced drawings by Jock Mooney and some chucklesome photographs by Etienne Clément, and a very expensive but undeniably fabulous paper sculpture by Jörg Obergfell, While I was giggling gently I overheard the owners discussing who they were going to offer shows to. I remembered I had sent them some stuff recently and tried to listen in while fighting down a desire to run away – I didn't hear my name (I didn't really expect to) so I went for a pint.
