Big Blog ten
This week, I feel like my days have been groundhogged. My inner self has been spirited away and I am pretty much a floating head.
The past:
Friday night:
4:30pm- Kemikal, beatboxer fails to show either himself or amplifier system. (necessary for other two acts). Do not stress and deal with. Source from Derek Lodge, half of performing duo. Cab it get it
5:00pm- Derek forgets guitar, cab it get it. Set up baby drum kit and rehearsal with new amp
5:30pm: put unsensible shoes on in toilet, find bottle opener
6pm: Friends arrive
6:30: guests arrive- space is completely grid locked. Drink wine, look at people looking
Derek Lodge and Michael Mallette perform: wigs, comedy lyrics, drumming, guitaring; fascination
8:00 Michael Jackson, Glasgow/France, rocks my show, transforms chinstroking well-behaved into boisterous, cheering rabble; truly quality, especially slo-mo falling and wolf swinging. Kinetically erupts in small confines of performance ‘stage’ without damaging blobs/kicking anyone in face. His movement+sonic awesome against backdrop of Trampoline, projected large scale.
11pm+ Raining. Show friends Dundee in rain. Happy
Saturday, hungover, pack heavy stuff. Friends transport stuff north-west England- vehicle toppling over. Dad cannot make it : transport has botched up from England. Shout at transport company; no use. Dad will not see show. Sad.
Sister arrives from Amsterdam. Chinese meal. Full.
Sunday, show show to sister, pack.
Sunday Evening: pack, sister leaves, disturbed sleep; must leave flat soon
Monday, invigilate, weird. Busy. Sat in space. 9-8:30pm. People see only your art. Competition grows- painters- who has most red dots stickers? Personal reality: blobs will never seek mantelpiece glory
Tuesday: pack, leave flat. Invigilate. Society of Scottish Artists interest
Wednesday: Stay at friends, pidgeon poos on arm whilst riding bike to physio. 888. Uni buys two doodles for collection. Give talk to seven suited men from Dundee Guilds Association. Approached with offer to create artists books for a six part event in well known bookshop; non funded.
10:00pm Comforted by Big Brother wrong reality, throw objects + swear more than turrettes bloke at contestants. (Beg your pardon officer.) Missing own home
Thursday: Acupuncture at hospital 8:30am.
10:00am Chinese Arts Centre PAD Scheme co-ordinator flys up from Manchester to visit my show. Spend day with her. Lunch treat at DCA, discussing mentor scheme, opportunities for me, my future and tailor made plan of action. Is fairy artmother and has semi-magiked black art hole away. Lovely day.
18:52. Typing this. Eyes closing.
10:30pm Friend begins National Express journey from Brighton. 11 hours. Is very good friend. Will arrive 9:30 Friday. Will show show and hug Scotland till Sunday evening.
Very tired. Must sleep. Cannot syntax, am wrinkly. Computer suit door broken- cannot access images for this page. Will add images when door unbroken. Cannot bear thought of invigilation space now, legs must carry to friend’s home. Must stop typing. Goodnight 7:23pm. Thought enters: tomorrow last day of term, next week deinstalling, goodbye blobs, Dundee Uni etc. Big boot, tender backside arrive. Will not deal now, must fail to register.
Hope to refuel,—————————– —————————– Dream: time do nothing me soonish please thanks . speak next time
