|it is sunny outside....|
I can't stand another gallery visit, another book to make or another reflective diary entry to be made for my MA in book art. I am beginning to hate books.....
I have taken up jogging to lift the endorphin levels.
|did it, but knackered|
It has wrung me out further.
I no longer have the energy to do anything except lie on the dunes in the sunshine.
Why would I sit indoors when outside looks like this?
I refuse to do it any longer.
I made four books for my last assignment.
And then found out I had read the brief incorrectly.
So I made another book, called 'Blood, Sweat and Tears and Dust '.
It is a bit of a rant, and I don't think teacher will like it.
It has real blood. And a bag of dust.
It did the trick of allowing a good load of venting, which I think is the purpose of art......
And now the sun is shining, and I am remembering the sunshine and space of Namibia.
So I will leave you with a friendly warthog, and go off to the beach for some candy floss and ice cream.