I’ve been thinking a lot recently about how I like to work – my creative process for want of a less pretentious phrase. In considering a piece of solo work that I might undertake, and reflecting on the kick I get from working with my … Continue reading Fueling and deprivation
Tag: whimsies
Quantified holidays
A lunchtime conversation today went into all sorts of interesting places, including talking about the history of data. This reminded me of an art project I am very fond of: Dear Data (which then reminds me of the conversation I had with Jim Groom about … Continue reading Quantified holidays
Rubbish
The past few months have been rubbish. Life-changingly, curveball-throwingly rubbish. After much soul-searching I made the decision to pull the rug out from under my own feet and end a 20 year relationship. Cue 2 months of limbo-living and long over due conversations. As of … Continue reading Rubbish
Fancies
Every now and again it’s fun to pretend the world around me isn’t in flames (metaphorical and literal) and engage in a little day dreaming. Yesterday it was “fantasy stately home”. These are my requirements: – A morning room – A print room – A … Continue reading Fancies
Preserving pomaceous fruits
I read a short excerpt from Katherine Mansfield’s journals today, along with her short story “Bliss”. Pears and pear trees feature in both. “They were so bright, canary yellow – and small. And the peel was so thin and the pips jet – jet black.” … Continue reading Preserving pomaceous fruits
Self indulgence
My screens are rolling full of angry white racists. This is 3 things to make me feel better: 1. Calling it like it is: https://twitter.com/nicolasturgeon/status/896494165823041536 2. Remembering the origins of this time of year in Edinburgh: “In 1947, after the devastation of World War II, … Continue reading Self indulgence