It was inevitable that I would slacken off; the punishment being that this is now BLOG MONTH. I may as well give in and concede that 2008 will be BLOG YEAR, meaning an entry as often as possible. There has been no particular reason, other than I have been busy painting images on boards for the house in Manchester, so at the usual times when I get pissed and wallow in self pity, I have been productive. So there is one reason.
Still no timetable for MADA. I don’t think I will do one. There seems to be little point when it will only have a few days dedicated to MADA related research and writing and most of that will be a construct. I have the end task, so long as that is done, so what. If PQ is part of my project proposal then I am working on it at various times, in various ways. I tend to work out my week roughly but allow enough freedom to do nothing. Since leaving the degree, my whole working method has been evolving. There, it was clearly structured; it had to be to follow the modules. Alone, abandoned, you have to find a way to make yourself work and for me, a rigid timetable isn’t it. A vague guide. I feel my way along; a good day is any day that I think I have been productive and that can’t be measured easily.
I can’t help but think that I have lost of the purpose of this blog along the way; a reflective tool, a place to chart any progress whether related to MADA or not and a tranquil escape from the rest of the world where I can play. Maybe I am on track then. It isn’t a creative writing exercise, which I hoped it might be in some form. I seem to be governed by uncontrollable cycles. For weeks I can do little more than write crap about nothing, and then I need to work on some images, then back to the prose. The ultimate would be dedicated time each day for both. I was almost there with my nightly ramblings and the morning is supposed to be visual. I tend to use the mornings for anything; net, writing, bit of visual. And now the board painting has invaded the bullshit hour. None of which matters if something is being made.
Tomorrow is the arts council seminar. A two and a half hour session on how to apply to the arts council for funding. Recently the government gave 50 million to Tate Modern for their underground tanks gallery project thing. I appreciate that they have more work than they can show but I think that a poor excuse. They could, if depriving the viewing public was really the issue, mount touring exhibitions which would solve that issue and decentralise access to ‘proper art’. For much less money they could open Tate Dewsbury. We have many empty mills and plenty of local businessmen who would jump in to partner such a scheme. The usual ‘grants for the arts’ for an individual is £5,000. That means they could fund 10,000 people instead of expanding the South Bank. The quality of project might vary enormously and the value of some of them would be questionable but in terms of diversity, and boosting creativity it would be a better solution that yet more wall space for dead people.
So I will listen patiently tomorrow, I hope. If it is a waste of time I am likely to make a scene and leave. I don’t have any positive feelings about it, after the initial phone call to the arts council.
The board painting is going well. I don’t have much more to say without descending into some pointless moan about nothing. I need to really focus in 2008 on what I want to do creatively, get some structure in place and crack on. Sounds dangerously like a resolution.