What with
Mild hyperhydrosis
Pretty bad eczema
Weekly breakouts
And an obvious inability to tan
My skin is massive mother fucking failure and it makes me so angry you don’t understand
Off to babysit
AGAIN
Pootled around Manchester with Claire today. Girl can shop. Haha, I bought a book though. A motivational book to help you succeed in arty business things. And I realised on the train home that one of the pages from it was one of my earliest Tumblr posts. I enjoy when things join up like that. But I’ve come home in a lovely mood, I enjoyed my day (:
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Art schools are partly the villain here. (Never mind that I teach in them.) This generation of artists is the first to have been so widely credentialed, and its young members so fetishize the work beloved by their teachers that their work ceases to talk about anything else. Instead of enlarging our view of being human, it contains safe rehashing of received ideas about received ideas. This is a melancholy romance with artistic ruins, homesickness for a bygone era. This yearning may be earnest, but it stunts their work, and by turn the broader culture.
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Jerry Saltz telling artists everywhere to STEP UP YO GAME!
But more eloquently…
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2011/06/20
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This woman has featured in a few conversations I’ve had recently
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Tumblr is improving my mood
Internet addict
Tempted to make a new blog
Also intend to join Etsy
My leg hurts
Exhibition opening yesterday. It was so shorrrt, but it was nice, I’m glad people came. Went to Font briefly afterwards which was nice, maxin’, chillaxin’ etc. I came home and stayed up playing Harry Potter, should probably play a different game really. But I regret not going to bed straight away now as I am so frikkin’ tired and so do not wanna go to work this morning. I have that growing pain feeling in my leg for some reason, I think just cuz I was on my feet for a long time last night. I had an awesome dream when I eventually did go to sleep though. I bought £800 worth of cocaine. I had put down a £20 desposit and needed to pay the full £800 by a certain date. Having never dealt with this kindof situation before I was terrified as I bought it on somewhat of a whim and soon realised after I did not have £780. I thought if I changed my mind the dealer would chop my head off. Consequently I had to get other people in on the deal. Cue me asking around all the people in my life who might want some coke. Failing that I was just gonna sell everything I own. The girl selling it to me was at my old primary school. It was a strange dream. This is such a boring post as I can’t be asked giving it any ‘personality’ as I’m so fucking tired, but doing this is a means of avoiding getting dressed which is a means of avoiding going to work.
They’ve kinda sacked me anyway so I don’t see why I should bother.
2011/06/17
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blua:
by basterdette
Wanna do some arty things looking at fragility this summer
