This is just a brief essay that I've quickly scanned through whilst checking out Google findings for art criticism. Will have a proper read and reflect on this later, but it's shockingly late now and despite a late start on the whole day, i'm feeling weary. The essay is a few years old but ties in with various books just brought on Amazon. Bloody books, bloody easy pay methods. Bloody internet!
Recently back from a lovely week in Cornwall overlooking Hayle beach and blue seas. While we were there (in addition to glorious walking, swimming, chatting and staring into space) I finished reading Herzog on Herzog- I recommend it to anyone oppressed by life administration tasks, lack of funds or annoying bureaucracy. I also read a good chunk of Ele Carpenter's PhD thesis. Some of my work is featured in it, which is very pleasing.
As being away for one week seems to result in being three weeks behind on work, feeling increasingly desperate with deadlines looming, it is oddly reassuring to read Ruth and Rachel Beth’s posts. Somehow they remind me of my frantic search for a livable strategy several years ago.
Inspired by Ruth’s last post, and feeling the same way about becoming too busy to blog lately, I’m going to compile all my little notes of “things to blog about” that seem to be accumulating in my sketchbook...
My perpetual multi-farious-tasking keeps me from blogging. I've been enjoying many unspoken, unwritten, one-sided (yes...imaginary) conversations with Helen and Aileen about their recent posts. When I say recent, I include this post by Aileen, a robust and inspiring statement in support of and by the Freie Szene in Linz dating from early April. Early April! That's another aeon in Internet time.
i'm watching my first/second second life sunset, on the beach at adam ramona's garden, with his installation reverberating gently behind me & the sound of the waves softly breaking on the beach in front; the birds continue despite the increasing darkness. oddly, i can't sit down on the sand.
at first we thought it was large rats, but happily it turns out to be small possums - a young mum and her baby have taken up residence on top of the laundry cupboard, which backs onto a window into my kitchen. Last night they were frolicking playfully, when i left this morning they were curled up and sleeping peacefully. i just hope the snake doesn't return ...
One of the beneficial side effects of a birthday party are the traces that remain in the form of gifts that mirror relationships and mutual perception. The gifts that were given to me in March were most creatively and carefully wrapped, so that I was deeply touched by the thoughtfulness of the many wonderful people that I am privileged to regard as part of my life. Now, over a month later, I find myself left, in particular, with substantial quantities of red wine and books, books, books, books – reassured by this acceptance and affirmation of what has been the greatest passion of my life for almost as long as I can remember: the written word.
i've just received my second tresspass order. i wish i could say it was for my daring political activism (i did trespass on the waihopai spy base back in the late 80s but i got away with that, & i'm sure i've crossed the line many other times) but sadly, these trespass orders are being served on me by the owner of the house next door to mine in wellington.
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