I love experimenting with my blog template… I like my sad Atlantic City photo on the current header. When I get home I think I will make a project to design one myself from scratch, or at least muck about with some open source ones. Change is good!
I love going to New York with Mike! We are going on Monday, hopefully to Coney Island to walk barefoot on the beach and also to meet Jan and Sid some art friends that I only know so far through writing and facebook. Woo! Maybe there will be time for a museum or a trip to the Vegan Bakery in the East Village.
The Philadelphia Museum of Art where I saw Gabriel Orozco’s film of kites as well as a show of contemporary Indian painting and a brilliant selection of twentieth century painting – Barnett Newman, Marcel Duchamp, Georgia O’Keefe… and some sixteenth century hand painted tiles… ooh and William Morris Wallpaper and a big Cezanne. And gloriously this was all mine to view for only 25 cents as I went on a Sunday. I was happily surprised by the whole thing.
Baked Beans and Mash! Ok so this image I nicked off google images is rather posher than our instant mash and beans combo, but it could be my current favourite food! Cheap and delicious.
This picture. I took it at Ocean City and I really like the way it came out. It seems like a whole story could emerge from its faded surface.
Clark Park flea market! It’s on a Thursday as well as a Saturday… excited for a mid-week skive to look at odd people and objects.
Thinking about God and writing. I’ve been trying to have faith that God is there and is love and do you know what, my heart actually feels a bit less like a screwed up ball of scrap paper and life feels a bit more like it’s full of possibilities and wide open. Excitingly, I found a book in Mike’s bookshop about writing (it’s called Bird by Bird, by Ann Lamott, it’s amazing… here’s a quote: “Even if you only show the people in your writing group your memoirs or stories or novels, even if you only wrote your story so that one day your children would know what life was like when you were a child and you knew the name of every dog in town — still, to have written your version is an honorable thing”) and in a strike of co-incidence, not only does she advise on how to start writing when you’re feeling scared, but a couple of chapters in she also drops in a few hints of how to be aware of a decent God. She’s a Christian with no sense of having to hide anything of who she is, her screw-ups and weirdness and ‘mental-illnesses’ (humour required) and she works damn hard to be an excellent writer above all else.
That’s all for now… must get on with some work….
