Can. Barely. Speak. So. Tired.
And in a rush a I’m up later than usual and have to be at the studio – ie our studio, not the TV studio – for 11 which is in an hour.
Very briefly.
The show was a hoot. I’m thrilled to be in the team I’m in – Andrus, a 25 year old Lithuanian, whose body work includes a 400 foot high string of helium filled balloons, one of my favourite pieces of work from the presentations the other day, and Ania, our Moscovite, who is a fan of and has collaborated with Oliver Laric, an ex-Chelsea student whose work I came across some months ago at the Seventeen Gallery, down the road from my studio. I think he’s fantastic.
The work we made in an hour in the TV studio was pretty awful – but the process, working together under pressure and being performative, was good fun. And with a week to prep for the next one, I think we might come up with something more rigorous. Probably a bit of a school exercise, maybe, but fun anyway.
I’ll post the link to the show when I have time to get it. It airs at 10pm (8pm UK time) on Thursday.
Tonight we have our first lecture, “Art and Education may turn Revolutionary” by Hubertus von Amelunxen.
This is him (sorry ’bout the cut n paste):
“One of the most well-known contemporary philosophers of photography.
At present he is rector of the European School of Visual Arts and
professor at the Canadian Center for Architecture and the European
Graduate School in Switzerland. Hubertus von Amelunxen worked at the Muthesius Hochschule for Art, where he founded a Centre for Interdisciplinary Studies. He is also founder of the International
School of New Media in Lubeck.
Hubertus von Amelunxen has published a few books about the history of photography and trends in contemporary photography, he is also actively involved in the supervision of international exhibitions.”
One of the great things about living with different nationals is picking up bits and pieces from our languages. I talk too quickly and use way too many idiomatic phrases to be easily understood, but Monica is keen to learn them. She has learned the various meaning of “bollocks”, “the dogs bollocks” and what it is to be “bollocksed”. Also when it’s appropriate to respond to something with “big swinging mickeys”.
I’m hoping very much that on my return, having hung out with Justin and Tom, I’ll be able to trip out “douchebag” without sounding self-concious or contrived.
I’ll add pics later.
