Feeling a bit like a puppy in a snowstorm at the moment, excitedly trying to grab every flake. On Wednesday I made one of those breakthroughs I’ve heard other artists speak of (Picasso seeing tribal masks for the first time springs to mind), and I really want to just dive in and luxuriate in it. […]
This morning, it being Sunday, I lounged about in bed browsing the news. And stumbled on an article from last Tuesday’s New York Times about the recent raft of MacArthur Foundation Awardees. I always find these stories incredibly uplifting, and this one feels like the best: 24 creative people are given a huge amount of […]
You see above the Tristan Tzara poem, ‘To Make a Dadaist Poem’ and I thought I’d have a go, so I followed his instructions to the letter (smirk) found an article in the Centenary edition of Vogue (London) – I haven’t bought a newspaper for some time – chopped it up – didn’t have a […]
I’m one of those people who wants to know everything about everything. I actively like going to meetings most people consider boring because of this. I enjoy the rhythms of blather (long winded, substance-light talk of a faintly self important nature), and the odd diamond that emerges from these Woolfean dust-heaps. But I can’t spend […]
A few weeks ago I published a post about a collaborative art workshop I’d been to, at the end of which I asked for anyone interested in beginning a collaborative project with me to get in touch. I had two responses. The first from someone I’ve yet to meet who lives some distance from me; […]
After I’ve met a deadline I always have the feeling of floating on a raft that’s broken free of its tether. Free, light, and utterly out of control. Even writing this I don’t know what my next sentence will be; my head is empty. I try and make myself work, but am distracted by the […]
Apologies, I can think of nothing to say today; so that’s what I’ll do.
What are the literary and visual arts equivalents of timing in music? Some initial thoughts, and a call for discussion.
Whilst replying to a comment on last Friday’s post I realised I had made my practice sound difficult, or, at least, rather tiresome. Which it isn’t at all. Yes, I’m broke financially, but in every other respect I’m as rich as it gets. I do things I love every single day, even the difficult things […]
This post isn’t about Charlie Citrine at all, I just couldn’t think of a title and his name popped into my head, so I shoved it in. That said, it may turn out to be as apparently random as his meditation on Humboldt. A ghastly compilation of non sequiturs. If so I’ll ask you to […]