thank goodness it's monday.
the weekend is behind me, i'm feeling a little more like myself, that sapped energy i spoke of in the last post was indeed a warning of something on the horizon, tiredness like i'd not experienced before.
it's week 5 now. the constant start of something new has past now as i say it's past, so it's past. there are foundations for the work up till christmas, there are foundations for an essay, there are initial scriblings and observations in the professional practice journal. settling into a new rythem, the summer has past and i've transitioned into another period of work and focus. i've reviewed a show in derby, once i have the show dates confirmed, i'll add the review to here, it'll be my first review, it's exciting and was fun to do, certainly an insight into another circle of thought.
time for tea…
again on a thursday, hunger saps my energy.
energy sapping things so get in my way. like builders in a libary, with no explanation of why or when a return from this solace can be expected.
and all this on an afternoon of a tutorial, which was enjoyable and relaxed. there is a vibe of conformism to it all. referencing a creed work, i've added:
the work-technical perfection=the work
to my journal as a statement of response to a notion within the tutorial. i understand that everythign that is made has to be beautiful, yet if that is the case, where does art belong if it has to be within prescribed criteria. oh hang on, it's a function of art education, of course, i'm on a degree.
no wonder i have so little energy.
and in the fourth week, there shall be tutorials.
it feels like i've been starting something for a month. i hope from a start the middle isn't too far away. i've added a tutorial storey to my portfolio of storeys, not that i'll remember it, dam short term memory.
it strikes me there's more to this study thing than just wot i'm doing, so there is an attempt of wrting a review of a show, that's the optimist view of it as i first have to get there and then talk to someone about wot's on the wall. sounds easy, oh, maybe it is.
it feels like i've been starting something for a month. i hope from a start the middle isn't too far away. i've added a tutorial storey to my portfolio of storeys, not that i'll remember it, dam short term memory.
socks-the seemingly pairing opportunity.
they live in my top drawer, the socks. they don't do much, i just ask of them to occasionally get to together and go out for a while. some seem more capable than others.
quite a far cry from the first dissertation tutorial. those months of book finding and collection and feeling ever so teetery on the edge yet not sure of what edge it is. the pile of books and anticipatory smile.the pen and tutorial report, laying casually alongside that all important proposal document.
a good time to talk and float those thoughts, see if they float. it's handy that boxes were invented and recycled otherwise there may not be many left, besides that being another afternoon, it's another one of those ever so interesting things yet is it relevent in such a short essay. agh yes, essay, have i sussed what an essay is yet. when i discover the postcard's meaning i'll let you know.
the good thing is, as uncomfortable as it was, once the socks are removed and air given to that within, the initial hurt will not seem quite as painful and the life raft is not so far away.
who is the secret millionaire in my life at the moment ?
i don't know, there are so many contenders, so much value being added. heard a chap talk about his practice today, it was interesting to the point of i know why i don't agree with what he's saying. education creeping up on me, waiting for a moment to go……
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boo !
