Freedom is unquantifiable.

The OUAD202/203 brief is in, and the results should be here by monday/tuesday. To say that the project had been realised and that it had be taken as far as it could go would be a complete lie. Whilst I was writing the evaluation, i felt like the project was still in the research stages, i became massively submerged in theory and pretty much forgot that i was supposed to be “making something”. What’s all that about anyway? “Make something” there is nothing left to produce. Maybe i’ve just seen my arse, but i’m bored of seeing crap bits of crap that i’ve seen a million times before.

I guess the main reason for the lack of visual work is the fact that once i’d started to read and understand the theory, the practical work that i could have produced in the time scale seemed largely insignificant, perhaps i make too many connections and i rely on my mind to make jumps and leads, which is all fine and well on paper, but i struggle to turn that into something.

Dollar dollar bills y’all.

Zygmunt Bauman; Selves as objects of consumption.

Make 2 hours to watch this.

A fascinating man.

Came across a good little article on the guardian website, check it out.

Zygmunt Bauman and his influence on Labour.

Happy New Year!

So fun & festivities are over and it’s back to the real world, essays and deadlines are pretty much draining me right now, along with a nice big dose of the flu. I refuse to let this flu/cold get the better of me, laying in bed all day crying about it is not for me, so with the help of Alice and Dave (though dave did just stand and laugh at all my ridiculous possessions) I have managed to gut my room and the shed. I have a proper work space! It’s beautiful. Bookcases and desks, it’s all happening for me.

There has been family parties, weddings and meals over Christmas and it’s amazing how differently you look at family dynamics when you’re older and wiser. The room becomes segregated, people don’t communicate and there’s an extremely awkward atmosphere. It’s strange how at Christmas we see it as a time to spend with family, yet we only speak to a small percentage of our families all year round and suddenly expect that to change once we’re all under one roof. As much as I enjoy the festive period, i’m glad that fake smiles and drab conversation are no more.

So it’s back to School on the 10th, which seemed so far away when we broke up, but now i’m falling into a state of panic, I still have a collaboration to orchestrate which i admit is terrifying the life out of me, the thought of approaching an outside body to ask for their commitment when i have no idea of the kind of work i’m looking to produce feels so wrong.

Ugh.