working at home today. the cleaners appearance has stopped entry to the space. i’m cool with it, their appearance was an undisclosed event yesterday, now they’ve been, it gets a bit easier for me to think about the process of installation of my monument.
i did work on site yesterday, i experienced how stress is triggered by tiredness. i made sure i got myself into a position to relax and unwind last night. i slept well. today i feel loads better and the spring has returned to my step.
while some printing does it’s thing, i’ve thought about my blog. i’ve noticed how in one month it was in the most viewed section and the following month it was not. i’m wondering if i respond differently to writing the blog when i know it was being viewed more. in becoming self aware have i done something differently or has the entry stance swung another way as i prepare to install. i don't need to focus on the answers to those. i’m looking upward at feeling happy, having fun and knowing what is important to me. just in the last few days, i’ve been alble to consider those and the events of the weekend are providing sight of what it is i’m looking upward for.
lunchtime Friday. fish eaten and tea yet to be made.
prep of space continues at markeaton street. i plan to next go in on monday, gum stripping and rubbing down.
meanwhile, consolidation of journals/research/professional practice module continues in earnest.
i’m taking the weekend off and going to the south coast. i’ll be in brigton on saturday, wonder if anything of cultural significance is happening in brigthon.
i’m going to miss being around those i’m usually being around. as hard as that is, i feel it’s the best thing for this weekend, i’m liable to become a degree bore this weekend, doing it with friends who have not had much exposure to my process will give me the space to explore what i’ve been doing, having done that, i hope i can get back to informed happy semblance, and become fun to be around again, mostly for my own sanity.
time for tea.
after a recent coffee catch up, do you fancy taking part:
paul, here's a link for the 'dust collects' track i told you about
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h8YoLwsg-nc
met my first year helper today, i was impressed at here listening ability and ability to ask questions and generally sound really positive about the work I’m about to mount.
we’ve had another meeting in the spaces, I’m working in the same space as a self appointed ‘very angry person’ so that is bound to flare up at some point as I will stop agreeing with everything she says very soon.
while waiting there has been some physical engagement with the spce from my good self. i removed the blu tack and flakey paper. well, everything has to start somewhere.
my biggest concerns are with the journals and my career in practice stuff. i was recommended to make an overview or something to make the research understandable in 10 minutes. i could make a video explaining it all, however i don’t really have the capacity to do that justice at the moment, so it’ll be in the form of a book.
i’m anticipating this blog becoming a space to let go of stuff i may not have been able to say out loud, so in advance of that, please bare with me, i am making all of this up as i go along now.
oh and it’s green tea for the foreseeable future.
feeling loads happier today.
the dissertation marks have been returned: i’ve passed, well pleased.
responded this afternoon to the call for catalogue details. i’ve now set a size for my piece of sculptural new media. that feels good too. coincidentally, two of the dimensions are the same as the hall in my 1906 terrace house.
yesterday went and shot the action for inclusion in the final show. that’s been a big weight off my mind. I really didn’t appreciate how under it I’ve been. happily under it and it’s lifting a bit, I have more space to be happy.
this afternoon i’ve had the piece set up in my hall, got me thinking about studio space.
and this morning we all cleared furniture from the fine art space in markeaton. i was feeling boingy and happy. it was noted and i smiled.
