I am ill. This will be brief. I am here, so I should write something. The illness has kicked back all my drawing plans for today and I have no idea how soon I will recover. I should be in bed now really, sweating and fighting it.
The weekly chat was slight but I think that my proposal made more sense to me from what was said, albeit very little. Sometimes that is all it takes. I think my area of study and research is publications and how I use these to convey my scattered and pungent thoughts, either visually or in words. And the gallery or series of galleries/shows somehow slots in as well. I think. I don’t know. I have two years to publish me, me, and me. PQ will be very different to MTS, both in approach and in content, so that should be ok. If all goes to plan there will be six issues by the time of concluding this merry adventure. I can’t imagine that right now. Or, it will have evolved, changed direction. And that is fine, acceptable because this is a statement of intent, an exploration and not a way of confining creativity.
This blog will soon be available as a limited edition extended version. There will be the posts as you see them here and then bonus material. A live web stream of typing as it happens. A podcast audio commentary of each post and my reflections upon the reflections. Never before seen footage of the author chewing gum. A set of virtual postcards of the artwork often mentioned. Additional video material of each exhibition mentioned in the blog. A pair of identical underpants to those worn through by the author. And, published for the first time, personal emails that were read during the writing of each post and in the bonus platinum version of the virtual boxed set, the replies sent to those emails. See the blog in context and as a whole.
I just need to make some fucking work. I think that is the answer.
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