Thursday – I wake up about 9. During the night I hastily wrote down all I could remember in the session with Sylvia in the last pages of my book. In the morning Emma, my cousin makes me eggs on toast. We talk about art. She is a great drawer, some small apple drawings stopped me dead. Then there was one of her daughter’s head Maddie, while asleep. I tell her she should draw a series of these moments. Later we walk along the cut, a river sized man made canal to the Arnolfini. We see the work in the first gallery, and I briefly show her Vitamin D before making for Bristol Temple Mews.
The train journey is simpler this time: one train to London Waterloo. It takes 3 hours and I fall asleep, almost as drained as my phone battery. Before the end of the journey it stops playing music. I have an hour and get a travelcard but take a but to Oxford Circus. I am going to audition for the LCF MA costume design show.
I find the campus no probs, but spend a while finding reasonably priced food along the way. I get there before 5 easy but spend an hour waiting knowing that I have to go home and go out to work at the cinema for 8pm. At 6 we finally go in, talk about a play in which the protagonist has a ‘light’ but wastes it and is returned to button material – I ask, ‘does he have a choice?’ then witness a couple of physical theatre actors improv while I embarrass myself trying to imitate the action of eating this lit UV tube in mesh.
Catching the train just after 7 I get back home towards 8pm. Luckily, my mother gave me some extra money and I use it to get a taxi back to my house where I change, then go out to work. I make it in time.
Friday – First of my days off. I think about music for Sunday’s workshop. I also watch some harmonica vids, but I don’t feel like I am improving. I ask anyone if they want to watch On The Road, but go down by myself. I watch the film, it was pretty good. There was a lot of sex. Sex and writing. The music was good, too. After however I end up working for an hour and get home at 10.
Saturday – starting to panic about tomorrow, I have to learn ‘abokado wa ichiban chikakute doki ni arimasu ka?’ Where is the nearest Avocado? in three languages, I have them but I cannot work the accents yet. I go cheesy music hunting and pick up a copy of Now That’s What I Call Music 46. It makes me laugh. I trade in my old phone for a tenner, thought it won’t pay for my phone bill. I leave a voicemail message on my studio manager’s phone asking for part of the deposit I was promised at the end of last month and answer a few emails including an invoice for the amount requested for the No Strings Attached grant. I also ring Bean, who very kindly offers to pick up my stuff from Hatch at the end of the month.
