Frustrating school holiday sort of day. Got up extra early to try to sort out my ‘applications with imminent closing date that will make you world famous and rich and you will regret forever if you miss applying’ pile.
Forgetting my usual procrastinating tendancies managed to apply for two things before 8am! Children woke up and I could barely remember my own name under the barrage of ‘mummy mummy mummy’.
Just about sorted ideas with collaborative partner (with her very kindly doing most of the admin). Skype meetings with children bring added value.
New project ideas brimming over with exciting stuff – I can hardly wait to get going on it. Not long until September.
time for super speedy post. Got to be up at 4am as we have tickets for the Olympics.
Never really been a sports fan (despite running in London Marthon this year but that is completely different) so bit peeved at the inconvienience of it all. Getting up at 4 to go to a gallery, well that is a different matter.
Hoping to get some top tips for superhero apparel – surely these atheletes will know and be secretly wearing them if they hope to win.
Some time ago I jokingly declared that I was making a superhero (or should I say superheroine) costume. Somehow this idea stuck with me – as a progression on from my ‘bag on head’ at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival.
I like the idea of a disguise.
Here are my first experiments with superheroism. Not as simple as anticipated. It’s not just a case of wearing a pair of underpants over your trousers you know….
So, to continue with what I started this blog with – a successful failure. Or a double failure, now to be triple…. I could continue….
To explain. I have just got back from the Private View of (hurrah at last) an exhibition that wants a piece of my work. Yes it is Artefacts of Failure at Derby Quad. An exhbition that celebrates failure.
And the funny thing is – due to technical difficulties, they failed to get the piece hung up properly.
There are just to many twists and turns in this for me to be able to judge whether or not any of this is a good thing. So please – if you are near Derby – go and see it.
Thank you.
How to assess what is nice and what is nasty and the line between it all. That is the question.
What is the intellectual rigour in this decision? Is it mine or yours? Does it depend on location, touch or sound or something else?
I have a feeling it is all contextual. What do you think?
