breakfast today was porridge with raspberries, strawberries and golden syrup. washed down by tea and a ride over to the gallery.
i’d gone to document my piece.
lovely to see others installing, the gallery had much more atmosphere, although i found it strangely off putting. pieces of grand scale are going in, mine is quite small in comparison, if size matters, will my piece be viewed, even though i know it will be as it’s in a formal space for viewing.
i don’t think i slept particularly well as my mood has been quite questionable all day.
the courier still hasn’t arrived with the part for my bike and tomorrow is more invigilating, quite a glamorous existence i feel.
tiger bread and marg.xx
the work is installed, am i happy about it being there? i am, yet it feels very lonely. i’m slightly concerned that i’m in a place that houses entertainment in visual form. is this a good thing, is this a bad thing? my experience by age says it’s bad. my experience by worldly view says it’s good. it’s good as there might now be a broadening of width of the amount of audience who will spend time with visual work and allow themselves to be moved by it. i guess there will always be a hard core of people that just want to see it for what it is. much the problem with work of an assemblage nature.
as i rode home, it struck me that there have been a lot of things coming into existence that are very removed and abstracted from where they began, eg. the mobile phone. i can remember hearing a radio broadcast in 1993 in which it was stated that it was the intention that everybody should have a mobile phone. with all these gripping problems being solved, why does my life feel very disconnected with what went before? do i need a past to underpin my present. what if my past underpins yet undermines? that could lead to pessimistic/optimist confusion. trouble is, in these questions lies unhappiness. to get happiness, shall i look at the future, what is the future, is future a notion, within future, can there be optimism? maybe future simply comes down to personal taste. it could be perhaps said that the personal taste of the designer of the mobile phone, was for everybody to have one. although that’s more likely to be a marketing person. i wonder if my future is down to personal taste of the designers of it… and what of our future…
