while I'm still macless (the cost of fixing it is the price of a new pc and the price of a new one is the price of four new pcs .... sigh. dear steve jobs. your computers are wonderful. make them cheaper. please. dear world, please give me €2000 etc.) and the holidays are still on (dear ministry of ed. your school holidays are too long. make them less than 11 weeks. please) and my brain is a fug of duh (dear brain.....etc.) I thought I'd put up a mini retrospective slide show of old stuff from more vitriolic-a days, about three or four years ago, which in blogyears is a heck of a lot and deserving of a retrospective if you ask me. Tracey Bloody Emin gets a retrospective, so do I.
There used to be a joke about art students that boiled down to the fact that they spend their days staring out of the window, along the lines of the "what do you say to a media studies graduate? big mac and fries please." number... but I can't remember what it was, but I always thought it unfair, not because art students are the most honourable hard working bunch in the world (hahahahahahahahahaha) but when I was an art student, I never had time to stare out of the window... I had far more interesting things to do to avoid working... smoking fags, eating kitkats, eyeing up men, and eating further kitkats... staring out the window just never did it for me. Now, though, sitting in my office-stroke-corridor-stroke-mousehole I am more drawn to the not-quite-two-foot-wide window at the end of it, reminding me that there's more to life than the interior of my office-stroke-corridor-stroke-mousehole.
Today, for instance (and I've been more glued in front of my screen than usual, finishing off a load of things) I have seen a tree, the top half of which got thoroughly burnt off in this winter's frosts, the nasty green fence, which we had to put up because I couldn't stand another summer of being stared at in my own garden, and a bird. You see? Nature's bounty. One tree. One bird. One metal fence. Coo.
So, I watched the bird for a good long while, thinking "how lovely, I may just draw him, for I have no other subject for my electronic web log today", as he stood there, just kind of hanging out, watching the world go by (lucky sod, he gets panoramic views, unlike my not-quite-two-feet views).. I picked up my electric pencil, drew his beak, and the little bastard flew away. He knew.
And that's why I gave him a fag to smoke, to distract you from the "generic bird" look of the rest of him.
while I'm still macless (the cost of fixing it is the price of a new pc and the price of a new one is the price of four new pcs .... sigh. dear steve jobs. your computers are wonderful. make them cheaper. please. dear world, please give me €2000 etc.) and the holidays are still on (dear ministry of ed. your school holidays are too long. make them less than 11 weeks. please) and my brain is a fug of duh (dear brain.....etc.) I thought I'd put up a mini retrospective slide show of old stuff from more vitriolic-a days, about three or four years ago, which in blogyears is a heck of a lot and deserving of a retrospective if you ask me. Tracey Bloody Emin gets a retrospective, so do I.
