A friend once told me that during a particularly bad stretch in his life, the only enjoyment he got for months was to smell his own fart occasionally. Well i feel a bit like that these days, except since i'm a girl & girls don't fart i have even less fun than that. However, i reckon i'm amazinly lucky really & if i just survive this patch (probably by quittin my job) i will be havin more actual fun someday..
Been researchin this Frink dame (yep she was a Dame in actual fact). Found a great book in the library her catalog raisonne whch has nothing to do with breakfast cereal but has loads of pictures of her work in it & some words about it all including from herself. She had a way fascinating childhood, for e.g. bein a teen at the end of the war & bombers on fire crashing about the place, & a great life with loads of acclaim & like 3 husbands or summink. Like, how cool would it be do u think if the Tate Gallery bought yer first exhibited work? Most ppl these days would go straight out & get a cocaine habit once they got established like that but she had the strength o character to just keep doing brilliant sculptures thereafter for the rest o her life.
(Sadly this type o thing could never happen to anybloody in sydney since the AGNSW never ever buys any sculpture.
But hell if it saves just 1 child-like art student....)
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