It's a sad (and I fear terribly boring) indictment of my inadvertent maturity that I've found myself with no choice but to suck things up and get on with it the last week because a) there's no appreciable audience for the toy drop I yearn to have and b) it's not like it's going to change anything so why wreck my mascara.
So I have done what all sensible girls do when feeling pitiful and gone out and spent money. Not much of it because, well, I don't have any, but enough to make me feel marginally better. Yay for the Columbia Rd Flower Markets.
Not to be confused by the multidinous calls of "free for a fiver!" - three for a fiver is not a bad deal - except that when you end up with six bunches of flowers, among them lilies and irises, and they start to bloom in the delicious hothouse that is your bedroom, well the effect is unfortunately a little funereal. Fuck don't get me wrong - I'm all for mourning the death of pathetic daydreams involving what you thought were emotionally available men but it does feel a touch OTT... even by my melodramatic standards.
It is nice to have a bit of colour around though - especially when all things East London are grey, rainy and so utterly devoid of romantic possibility. It's dark every day now by 4pm - which is probably why all the Christmas lights in central London are starting to appear. Oh. That and I suppose it's nearly four weeks til Christmas. WHEN did that happen?!
Today notwithstanding I've been pretty good at getting out of the house (the fact such trips have largely been instigated by a lack of diet coke is besides the point) and on Monday night I took myself off to the Tate Modern for a lecture on the history of the Avant Garde in Exhibitions. Unfortunately the lecture itself was kind of uninspiring but walking through Trafalgar Square on the way there, there was this huge video art project taking place called Under Scan by the Mexican-Canadian artist Rafael Lozano-Hemmer. Somewhat spookily, as you walk by or under the lights, a computer tracking system triggers all these interactive video portraits of anonymous people that are then played out in your shadow. This is a blurry action shot...
This is a better image - not taken by me and clearly not taken when dark and raining...
Was pretty cool actually - and I'm on the record as being all for inadvertant art encounters. Yesterday in fact was another good day for all things art. We has a visit to Camden Arts Centre in North London - for a discussion about curating in public galleries but there was a work there called The Library of Secrets by Serena Korda. Not a new concept but it was so engaging and tactile and sentimental, I couldn't help but like it. Back to back shelves of old books, at each end was a booth where you were invited to scribble down your secret and then leave it in the pages of a book for others to then open and read, depending on which book you pulled from the shelves.
Tragic really how many of them had to do with unrequited love but they ran the gamut from this...
To this...
And I thought I had problems. Anyway - I'm off to see more public sculpture later today - I have to give a presentation in my seminar tomorrow on a particular work near Monument, which of course I haven't seen yet. So should probably get out of my pajamas and get on with the day. It is nearly 3pm. Could be time for another tarot card reading...
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