I'm a bit disappointed... i can invite as many people as i want to the unveiling as long as it not more than 10. So with the obligated ones like rellies filling up that quota, some of whom i don't know at all but just live local there, i have no spaces left to invite people. Just as well my siblings is all OS & i have no bloke, or i'd be in real trouble. Tho i guess in that situation they'd bend the rule maybe. But they wouldn't bend it far. I usually get around the 8 - 10 rules (they all have em) by saying i'll invite 30 & only 5 will turn up, is that ok, and it usually is, cos its true. But for this one the 10 are definite starters & so i'm stuffed. I dunno why but people seem to get extra excited & committed when they have to travel a long way & its a huge pain in the ass to get there - weird.
But i got to just realise this is work, it ain't a sculpture exhibition i'm having or nothing fun like that. I just made something & they paying me for it & this is like a handover & thats it. You don't invite all yer mates to a sculpture selling do ya. Still, feel a bit shit about it. But there you are. It should just make me work harder toward having a real proper show where i can get blind with my mates, sometime in the future.
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Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
They're orf
Packed orf the family on the hairplane, paid an hutterly hexhorbitant rate for parking at the hairport (bend over and insert your card) and back home now surveying the wreckage. There is shite strewn from one corner of the house to every other corner of the house. One would think there has been nothing but carnage for 2 weeks, and yet during that 2 weeks at every possible moment we were cleaning, like little beavers building wee dams, the entire time. Its just that 2 kidz who transmute food input into violent movement & noise instantanteously have been thru the place & there is no escape for anything.
Anyway was lovely to have em & its lovely when they leave.
BTW I'm starting to understand why grownups are so serious. Its cos if you try to beat a kid at playing, they got more energy & reflexes & persistence & singlemindedness that they will work til they win, or at least exhaust you so you lose. So u learn to be grumpy & gruff so they will not dare to try to out-tickle you. Cos hysterical writhing & screaming on the ground isn't a good look in a grownup.
Before the dust was even thinking of settlin, i grabbed a bunch of clothes & my drawings & headed back to the rented room. The cats might be starving. Of course they weren't, they were perfectly fine if not even fatter. The house's been mostly free of people for as week apart from the visiting cat lady & sure enuff there have been some changes. There are male bits on the painted girl on the wall nearby outside, an old HSC major work. To be fair, i was surprised it lasted as long as it did in untouched state. And some total loser has signed it, badly, which IMHO shows even less imagination & definitely less skill than coming up with the bits. Ah, i dunno. Why critique a badly painted set of bits? Well cos its there, a course. Next time a professional art show opens in the street outside my place i'll discuss that instead ok.
I found another change later, when i half killed myself on a big ugly baby stroller in the dark on the way to the dunny. There are also @50 boxes of possessions in the hallway. Something's afoot... and it ain't convenient.
Anyway was lovely to have em & its lovely when they leave.
BTW I'm starting to understand why grownups are so serious. Its cos if you try to beat a kid at playing, they got more energy & reflexes & persistence & singlemindedness that they will work til they win, or at least exhaust you so you lose. So u learn to be grumpy & gruff so they will not dare to try to out-tickle you. Cos hysterical writhing & screaming on the ground isn't a good look in a grownup.
Before the dust was even thinking of settlin, i grabbed a bunch of clothes & my drawings & headed back to the rented room. The cats might be starving. Of course they weren't, they were perfectly fine if not even fatter. The house's been mostly free of people for as week apart from the visiting cat lady & sure enuff there have been some changes. There are male bits on the painted girl on the wall nearby outside, an old HSC major work. To be fair, i was surprised it lasted as long as it did in untouched state. And some total loser has signed it, badly, which IMHO shows even less imagination & definitely less skill than coming up with the bits. Ah, i dunno. Why critique a badly painted set of bits? Well cos its there, a course. Next time a professional art show opens in the street outside my place i'll discuss that instead ok.
I found another change later, when i half killed myself on a big ugly baby stroller in the dark on the way to the dunny. There are also @50 boxes of possessions in the hallway. Something's afoot... and it ain't convenient.
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