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I've spent hours trying to sort out the work i have stored in my flat. A lot of it is unfinished; out of that i have to decide what to sling out and what looks worth developing. I have no space here at all.
Then there's a whole load of stuff that i'm beginning to think I just hang on to out of habit - its not really of any actual worth except possibly as a chart of personal history. However, if that's the case, it should go the way of a whole carrier bag of photos I threw out this evening. I haven't room, physically or psychologically, for all that baggage. Its enough that I'm aware of the fucked-upness that my life has been so far, esp. when viewed in the light of "successful creative career".
Looking at my photos and a lot of the artwork all I see is somebody JUST keeping their nostrils above the quicksand most of the time, and trying to make it seem funny or interesting or exciting or *something* other than just that.
So, you could say that despite the fact that the hour is getting late, I haven't shown what I can really do yet : )
Then there's a whole load of stuff that i'm beginning to think I just hang on to out of habit - its not really of any actual worth except possibly as a chart of personal history. However, if that's the case, it should go the way of a whole carrier bag of photos I threw out this evening. I haven't room, physically or psychologically, for all that baggage. Its enough that I'm aware of the fucked-upness that my life has been so far, esp. when viewed in the light of "successful creative career".
Looking at my photos and a lot of the artwork all I see is somebody JUST keeping their nostrils above the quicksand most of the time, and trying to make it seem funny or interesting or exciting or *something* other than just that.
So, you could say that despite the fact that the hour is getting late, I haven't shown what I can really do yet : )
