Life is patchy at the moment
Life is patchy at the moment, not patchy bad but more landscape patchy. Some seeds have been sown, some green shoots, winter variety, are poking their heads up and others have been gently bundled in muslin gauze and I’m keeping my eye on them.
None of which would fill a 400 word blog and over the last few days I’ve flitted from one flower to the next, last gardening metaphor I promise, looking for a good place to start. It didn’t happen so here are the opening paragraphs that I began, and discarded.
I can keep milk fresh in my studio now for three days. It is literally as cold as a fridge. There’s an upside and a downside to this.
Upside – I generally dislike carrying opened milk in my bag. It doesn’t matter how tightly I screw the green lid around the plastic grooves to the point where I imagine they jam at the narrowest point. For the rest of the journey I’ll keep on monitoring the status of the bottle. I haven’t yet had a leak in my bag but I believe in cliches – there’s a reason why people cry over split milk.
We finally all managed to meet up for dinner that was due in March 2008. We are a bunch of artists that I used to work with at TATE and the sort who you can argue with and then laugh with at the same time. I don’t usually get invited to dinner parties, or weddings of my peers ever but that’s a different story, but I’m game for anything that will provide a further step in my development as a well rounded adult.
Charles was hosting and I brought a bottle of wine and humus and crisps. He had made humus in a terracotta looking earthenware pot. I am definitely not mature enough for this.
A fun catch up with Danny preceded a drunken rant on why we publicly subsidise art. At some point, so convinced that we had gotten to the nub of this and come out the other side that I found it necessary to make notes in my sketchbook.
The next day I re-read, with some difficulty, a list of generic questions such as ‘Why do we publicly subsidise art?’ not so much a revelatory answer or even a summation of the opening question, a quote by Woody Allen and this morbid byte, ‘Publicly funding art doesn’t promote great art, it just promotes more artists.’
The Art of Procrastination, part 2.