almost time for a holiday

okay, so the last entry was a little on the concise side of life, but my fingers were all typed out.

some thoughts from the dissertation of doom:
"Philosophers and scientists for years have been trying to figure out a 'theory of everything,' but is this even possible? It may be that someone already has, a gardener perhaps happened upon it while tending to some weeds at the bottom of a garden somewhere, however, when he passed on the epiphany to the gardens owner it was lost. They did not see the world in the same way and as such the gardeners 'theory of everything,' which took root in his knowledge and love of nature, did not make sense or have meaning to the owner, whose understanding of life was based on their love of numbers and logic."

yeah... so...

now that thats over i can get back to the world that the rest of us live in (or as much as is sensible).

this year i have been really enjoying making art. i'm completely out of my depth and not sure where it's going since it took some unexpected turns, but i'm really enjoying it for maybe the first time in the last few years. i've always loved it, but there's a difference between love and enjoyment.

so this week i spent catching up on christmas kids movies and studio work, all in preparation for a relaxing couple of christmas days off.

It's over!

The dissertation is done!

Well... part one anyway...

So tonight, in honour of this festive time of year, I'm going out for cocktails with some friends! Can't wait!

a late update

Venice was AMAZING!

I felt like a kid in a sweetshop. Days were filled with great art, (some that wasn't so great, but overall overwhelmingly good) great coffee (involuntary shiver worthy) great scenery (walked for miles round cobbled streets and bridges flanking canals and all surreal in their classic architectural beauty) and great food (it was Italy, 'nough said)!

It really helped put some of my work into perspective, so came back feeling suitably inspired to work, and to make the last few years at art school count for something other than just great life experience.

Unfortunately all that work comes with work that's not so exciting... aka the dissertation of doom...

I can't stand writing essays, and generally follow the 'procrastinate now, don't hesitate' motto for said assignments. I worked out fairly quickly that I could write around three thousand words in a night (so long as I have a sufficient supply of serious coffee) and achieve a decent grade. Unfortunately, this essay is a little longer... There is a certain feeling that comes from knowing that the essay you are writing is the last essay you will ever write (potentially) it's a mixture of empowerment, leading to you wanting to give it your best, and anxiety, you realise that this one actually counts for something where the others didn't.

The annoying thing about this one is that because I started it an awful lot earlier than I ever have before, (and it's based on what I'm looking at in my studio work) I've got really into it, leading to a highly pretentious, deeply philosophy based essay that backs up half it's theories in the realms of quantum physics. Don't ask me how I got there, it was not intentional. So now I'm stuck with the task of connecting together all my disparate ramblings. I figure this could go one of three ways:
1. i crash and burn (this one is not so likely)
2. Everything goes fine or
3. I have a mid writing epiphany... call me in a few years when I've discovered the theory of everything. (also - not so likely)

Long story short, this is my life right now: a scary amount of work (which I'm actually really enjoying... can't decide if that's a good thing or no...) and a desperate effort to avoid Christmas, at least until the new year anyway.