rolling my dung, in four acts

Does my AIR Membership mean that I have insurance for this listed building stable door that my van driver took down yesterday?

The stables will invoice me for the damage / repair costs.

Life is full of challenges this year..

I am considering to just emigrate to Asia or Australia or really pretty much anywhere. Yes, Japan, that would be interesting.

What a year!

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any spontaneous residency opportunities?

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Today's events:

after over an hour on the phone to locate a van I ended up finding a van and driver on the yard where our studio is located.

In short: we drove up to the stables to pick up the dungball and as the driver drove through the stable gates he took the corner so tightly that the van was wedged against the stable gate and in an attempt to free himself the stable doors fell off!

Listed building and a very disgruntled stable manager who until then was all set to go home in a few minutes… Well no longer.. I have no idea what the costs will be to fix the damage, and I shouldn't really have to pay as I didn't drive. But morally I still feel a bit responsible. But then the driver's boss started putting all these disclaimers in to indicate that he didn't want anything to do with paying for the damage…

Oh it all has the potential to be ugly and horrible.. and I think there was already enough unsettled-ness going on before this.. Well… But I do have the hayball outside the studio now. A small achievement at great cost..

Brrr.

I should check my horoscope, maybe it said something like: DO NOT LEAVE THE HOUSE TODAY! IN FACT STAY INDOORS FOR THE REST OF THE MONTH!

I am sure in some time it will be funny to look back on the gate that fell in slow motion…

Unbelievable…

(I finished a drawing, and there were no side effects to it. )

I just came across this artist's blog.

'Swimming Home" By: Paul Clark

I haven't read much yet but I love the title, I love that it appears on first glance that he really is swimming and philosophizing about where his home is..

I must remember to go back and check in again.

Paul Clark and "Swimming Home"

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progress: there have been no offers to shelter the artist so I am plodding on (carefully), sharing my friend's shoebox in which I now occupy a tiny corner with the bags that I take away every morning and stash back in the car to not make her feel like I am taking over and spreading over her tiny empire..

Getting to manage the refugee life style, spending a lot of time in the car and in the studio. Life bizzarely split between the mundane and the over-dramatic. Well, I suppose if it were a mathematical formular that would lead to an equal balance..

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..the problem is that: being pursued like wild game is not conducive to making work or to writing application letter to find somewhere to be able to make work. It's the chicken and egg problem (?), I need the safe place first then I can think and work. But it appears I will not get the safe place until I have thought and made work.

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Yesterday's drawings are based on "The Watchers" and help develop context, help add resonance and weight to the installation planning.

Am wondering how I can improve when I present my work? The projects are really very beautiful. And that is from me who is super-critical of herself.. But the feedback I get before the work is realized is very weak, however once the project is out there the feedback is generally very strong. But like this I am not making the kind of progress that I want to make. I am not moving forward with any funding but instead am creating deeper holes in my credit card. Where are my flaws?

Today: moving the dungball/ take along a photographer. Drawing on "The Watchers" ideas. Arranging Dung.. Bills need paying.

Thursday: Taking my friend to the airport. "The Gallery for Birds".. needs lots of preparation. Send project descriptions off.

Friday: moving the dungball again/ taking along a photographer (hopefully with a trailer) and starting to apply the dung to it.

Saturday / Sunday: applying layers of dung to the ball and visiting Martin Mere's in Lancashire.

Monday / Tuesday: checking on the dungball and hopefully it will be dry.

Wednesday/Thursday/ Friday: filming / arrange a team

Today:

everything went too slow

anticlimax mixed with post full moon symptoms

it rained

I laughed more than I did in all the days of the last 2 weeks combined and was sad more than I have noticed myself to be in the last weeks, too.

A true roller coaster kind of day.

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Art:

I took photographs

I sat near art in the FACT in Liverpool

I also sat with one of Liverpool's oldest and most unjustly underexposed artists who was once friends with John Cage.

I panicked about Art

That's as much Art as was in my day today. Some days are like that.