… tiredness is stopping me from writing anything that you might want to read…
I have been cutting cardboard to size all day for the Watchers who are taking a phenomenal effort to make. But it will be pretty exciting to finally see them up and running this week.
But this very moment I feel more like a garden womble who has been engaging in madness, not art, all day.
The private view at the Bridewell Gallery on friday went exceptionally well. I was pleased, very, very much so. Vanessa Bartlett the curator did a wonderful job in her selection and arrangement of the artists and their works. The artists are without exception exceptional and I am all over content.
Now that is not something I say very often.
So a round of bravo all around.
I am almost equally please with my show at "Big Hope" at Hope Park / Hope university for which I will receive a fee and have got 500 publications printed. Great. But I am not sure if I am now going to be giving a talk tomorrow or not. They forgot to tell me. So I am somewhat under-prepared for it, but the on the other hand, perhaps I am perfectly prepared. I do nothing but think, walk, talk art at the moment. maybe it is not necessary to write a rigid treatment about myself. I think I might just about be able to talk until kicked off the pedestal as it is.
And I have a pretty organized laptop. So a selection of images is ready to go right now anyway.
Yes, so: actually: I am perfectly prepared. Just I haven't been told when and where…
Apparently I am going to have a 10 minute slot. Exciting!
I am not even nervous. Now I say: 'wow' to that. Instead I am rearing at the bit. (rearing? pulling…)
