Its Off

Have some sort of feeling, could be virtuous, could be just tired, but i did manage to fill out the online form to apply for a Paris residency yesty. It took (not counting a few hrs the day before) from 10am to 5pm with 5 mins for lunch. The worst part was the 2000 char limit on what you write in there, which doesn't apply itself or be described in any way til you have paste in something longer than 2000 chars & then tried to modify it in the box & then it goes all RED & cuts off the end. I had to then remove 1500 chars from my lovely BS which was a very time consuming process since u want it to make sense in the end & you cannot do it in the box there either cos the end is missing since it cuts it off. Its not the same as Word char count either, its a bit LESS, dunno why, but WTF its bloody frustrating. Then the powerpoint set of 10 pix that was problematic cos of not having Powerpt installed on the PC, der. But anyway finished it all, on the dot of 5pm it was in & in spite of putting in the same sort of app now for 3 yrs running, "i want to study sculpture in Paris", i guess its doomed like usual. There must be some hope there tho cos i still did it, and i got a secret tip from a mate on something to pop in there to spice it up (ask me how!) so let's keep fingers crost this year eh.

Then went in to the studio very late to drink cider while filling the dumpster next door. i suspect cos they not allowed to put tyres in their dumpster, tho they usually do, they haven't been doing it lately so there's been more room in there for my crap. Anyway there was so much room i chucked 3 boxes of clay & a massive amount of used & unruly chicken wire & foam & broken glass bottles from previous cider evenings & a big bag of garbage in there. And still room! Damn hate to waste chuckin out space but there u are... tempted to throw out good things & if i'd only cut the broken coffee table in half i could have chucked that in.

Speaking of doomed things my sis got some asstrology from Amsterdam on the net & it says "the 14th... covering a worthless piece of junk in silver leaf equals trouble ahead"
The 14th is the date of the close of entries for the Crap Small Sculpture Prize. Heheheheheh.