Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Thirty seconds

When feeling uninspired I often make up weird exercises for myself as an attempt to get those temperamental creative juices flowing again. Today it was 'THIRTY SECONDS', in which I have thirty seconds to type whatever words come into my head immediately. It kind of evokes anxiety or something but I like the results. It helps to do the same with drawing, too, although I prefer a little longer than thirty seconds for that otherwise your wrist gets real sore from colouring so furiously.

What a glorious day it was yesterday, the sun was shining, the birds were singing (this sounds familiar) and I spent an hour laying in the sun in the park. This is becoming a common occurrence. A man in a Hawaiian shirt came up to me and said "It's a hard life" and I said "Yeah it's tough", which it actually is, and then, thinking I was following his sarcastic tone he struck up a conversation about the book I was reading and I just kind of wanted to say "Fuck off" but I'm too polite. Anyway so he asked me what I do and I told him that I'm studying painting and he gestured over to the National Gallery and said "Well one day we'll see your paintings in there" and I said "Here's hoping". I mean only idiotic people in movies say here's hoping, I felt like I was in a movie. I guess it was the sun and the green grass and my sunglasses and the odd stranger and the casual mention of a dream that hasn't happened yet. I touched wood and hoped for the best as the mysterious and irritating man drifted away into the distance.


  1. In our surrealism lecture, my lecturer said that one of the posits of surrealist film was putting two completely irrelevant and arbitrary objects/events next to each other to incite interpretation from the audience, and that any two arbitrary objects put together will form a third image/object.

  2. So glad you have added comments! here's to hoping!